Stepping into the beautifully furnished cafe, the overwhelming smell of coffee and chocolate, profoundly captivate me.

‘If only heaven could smell like this, I would quicken the process.’

In the midst of the bustling customers, either sipping hot chocolate or skinny latte off their cups, while engrossed with their conversation, there is a sense of serenity with the soft jazz music playing.

Under the adorned glass counter, a variety of beautifully decorated cakes and pastries, lined orderly in rows.

The oozing, rich chocolate weighing down mud cakes are intensely appealing to any chocolate lover in the world.

The tarts, fully adorned with the red, juicy strawberries, looked drooling delicious.

At one end of the corner, rich, colourful gelato sits in their respective tubs.

The smiling waitress addressed the customers hospitably.

The warmth of the cafe enclosed petite bodies, giving a homey feeling, a sense of security.

While I sit on a comfy chairs,

Drawing more warmth from my little cup,

Taking in the unique aroma from my specially brewed coffee,

I looked out the window,

To the empty streets,

Bare because of the pouring rain.

A lonely figure appeared on the opposite side of the road,

Drenched in the rain,

Standing next to the bright red letter box.

Our eyes met,

And it was as if we were in a trance,

For we shift not our fixed gaze,

But fall into the swirling depth,

Of each others’ sapphire blue eyes.