STORY ONE : COFFEE HOUSES'
My father and I enjoy going to coffee houses together at the Red Cup. We talk of philosophy, religion, human nature and such. We have also been going to a coffee house named Cuppies and Joe.
It's a cute sweet place. Ty (My dad) told me that the whole district of "progressive shops" as he calls it, used to be real old houses. The walls inside are green, like old grass. The floors and a majority of the furniture made of old wood. It's a spacious place, but when it's busy it is tedious to get around.
The last time my father and I went, he got a house coffee, and I got a hazelnut latte. An elder lady, as we were ordering, came out with some chocolate & nut cookies. Surprisingly, my father bought two of them. He is usually very cheap and only gets the bare minimum. But this time he actually got us something extra; It made me happy.
We sat down at a wooden side table with four old wooden chairs; We left the two extra to the side. Where we were located, to our right was an unlit fire place, inside it looked like paint was dripping down the wall of the chimney. To our left, on the couch and two short rotating chairs nade of worn out leather were what my father thought were college students that just got out of class. A lot of the people there were either old, middle aged parents with kids, or looked like college students. (They all seemed to know eachother, which made me, personally feel left out.)
We talked of philosophy, creating, the fear of creating, music, human nature, fear in general, sins of our forefathers, pretty much everything we share interest in.
We waited for the barista to call us to come get our drinks, and I retrieved them accordingly, making sure to use my manners while trying not to bump into people and spill our drinks. By this point already, in our what ended up to be a four - five hour coffee rendezvous, I already started to wish I had a flux compasitsor. To travel into the future to become like this college folk.