‼️Unfortunately I have to add this IMPORTANT note now to all of my stories. Today, October 3rd (which was supposed to be happy, with it being national bf day and season 3 of heartstopper released)
But I was told at least one of my books was, copied, stolen and put on another website.
Please be careful with other websites. But know that THIS is MY work. ONLY ON WATTPAD.‼️

Do NOT read it ANYWHERE else. STOLEN work is a CRIME. I will not take this lightly.
I've put my time, energy, heart and soul into my work.

[Your pov, aka second person pov]

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On a cold rainy night in the middle of a small Louisiana town, sits a warm and inviting cafe. The only shop opened this late on the block. With cheap coffees and warm pastries, it's an inviting sight to strangers or night owls. But there's a secret that lies within.

Perhaps you'll be able to figure it out? Or maybe you'll pass up this adventure?

The twinkling lights of the cafe draw you in while the cold air blows right through your clothes. Grabbing the door handle, with a big whoosh of air, you walk in. Immediately enveloped by warm comforting air and smell of delicious pastries stirring around your nose.

You glance around to see small tables with cute centerpieces, a perfect place for a long sit down, enjoying the drink of choice. The walls made of bare bricks, covered with beautiful paintings. All hand painted with love.

Walking towards the counter you look up at the menu. The long list of different coffees makes you wonder if they're really different at all. Perhaps it's all a scam for your money. Well, maybe not yours, only for coffee addicts.

"Hello, welcome to The Cozy Bean Cafe. What can a get you?" A waitress says in a friendly voice.

"Oh, uh. I'll have- *enter choices* please." You say.

"Okay, that'll be $##.##" The waitress says.

"Alright." You grab your wallet, surprised by the low prices. What kind of place is this? You think to yourself. Handing the money over, the waitress goes to get your order.

You can't help but admire her dark curls, the way they gently bounce around and shine in the low light. You also noticed her name tag, reading Lani. A nice name, seems to fit the young lady.

Meanwhile another woman in the back of the kitchen, gently sweeps the floor. Softly humming a tune to herself. And you can't help but notice the beautiful natural red hair she has. Maybe there's something in the air making everyone look good? Does it work for you?

The waitre- Lani, places your order on the counter.

"Here you go." She smiles.

"Thank you." You say then part ways. Intended to go back to the warmth of the crappy hotel bed you paid for, yet this cafe is pretty cozy. So why not stay awhile? The hotel is probably cold anyways. So, you pick a table under a beautiful painting then sit down. Taking a sip of your warm beverage on this chilly autumn night.

Ah, what a relaxing late night. The stars twinkling outside, the pastries being baked, coffee being brewed and peaceful sounds of a quiet night. Not something you get in a busy city. That's why you had come here, or was it just a random stop along the way? Ah, who cares. Enjoy the moment.

Even on a late night, or perhaps early morning depending on how you look at it. There were a few stranglers that stepped into the cafe. One was a young lady, complaining of the cold but then being enthralled by the desserts. Specifically, the pistachio crepe cake. Excitedly throwing her money at the waitress then grabbing the cake. Scarfing it down quickly as she mumbled thank you's to Lani.

While another woman came in to grab a coffee before her late-night shift, talking about her job. Or more of her love-hate relationship with it.

"It's so tiring and stressful, but- I want to help people. That's why I got the job anyways." She sighed. "I guess it's worth it. But I've been having bad luck tonight. Low on gas, flat tire, forgot my raincoat too." She went on.

"I'm sure it will be better now. There's good karma ya know?" Lani said in a sweet voice, giving a friendly smile.

"Thank you." The woman said then headed out.

A few others walked in for a drink or snack then headed back out, you wondered what their lives were like, or what are they going to do today. Maybe you'll never know.

The only other interesting fellow was a man with long locks. He had gotten an cup of tea then sat in a corner. Taking out a laptop to start writing. You wondered what he could be writing about. Perhaps it was work related? Maybe school? Or maybe he's a writer, making his own little world with words.

You enjoyed the slow passing time as you relaxed in the cafe. Admiring and listening to the stories of others.

The lives of strangers can be interesting, but this is only the beginning. Little did you know the surprises that await. And the secrets that were meant to be hidden.

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