The doctors decided
In the heart of the bustling city, where towering skyscrapers kissed the clouds and streets hummed with an incessant melody of life, there existed a small corner café—a serene sanctuary amidst the urban chaos. Its doors, adorned with weathered wood and brass handles, welcomed weary souls seeking respite from the cacophony outside. Inside, the aroma of freshly ground coffee beans intertwined with the scent of baked pastries, creating an olfactory symphony that tantalized the senses.
Soft jazz melodies whispered from hidden speakers, lending an air of sophistication to the cozy space. Patrons nestled into plush armchairs, fingers wrapped around steaming cups, lost in the pages of books or engaged in hushed conversations that danced in the air like wisps of smoke.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the metropolis, this quaint café stood as an oasis—a place where time seemed to slow, and moments lingered in the lingering swirls of steam rising from a cup of coffee.
