Izabelle Wensley
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A creative in search of an outlet.
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Made to Order
As soon as I walked into the shop from the brisk autumn afternoon, the syrupy aroma of coffee worked its way from my nose, to my tongue, and all the way down to the very core of my body. After a single breath, I could feel the medicinal effects of the shop place. This elated feeling of peacefulness made it easy to settle into my routine. I unraveled my scarf, took off my coat, and hopped onto the counter seat with a menu in hand. Despite not needing it, I casually skimmed my options. Latte. Americano. Iced Coffee. Cappuccino. The sunlight from the bay windows behind me warmed my red sweater; the cozy modest room seemed to come to life as the laughing pictures of guests hung joyously on the walls behind the register, reminding all of us of the best moments in the shop.
By Izabelle Wensley3 years ago in Humans