un espresso

It’s windy outside, the jackets of passersby flapping against them

Gray, overcast. As it usually is this time of year as winter approaches.

The sugary crust of pastries fills the air as you sip the first of your espresso. Quaint cafés like this always have the best bread, you think to yourself, wondering if you should order a basket with butter.

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