Andria didn't really like cafes. But sometimes, a craving was a craving, and you just had to go with it. She'd stumbled upon this particular one once again a few weeks ago while out on a stroll, and finally found herself yearning for a taste of their coffee. Although she had been avoiding the place for the past year or so, she simply couldn't ignore it. So on this very dreary afternoon, she decided to cave and check out the little Spanish cafe once again. Walking in, Andria immediately felt saddened. The coffee shop looked similar to others she had been in before, with muted earth tones covering the place in a depressingly drab manner. In its prior glory, the shop had a more colorful feel to it, both design-wise and with the staff. Everyone who had worked there had been bubbly, cheerful, and best of all: family.
Ignoring all of this, she strode forward to the counter and ordered herself a coffee, ignoring the barista's "wait, are you...?" confused, scrutinizing stare. Without adding anything extra to her coffee, she found herself a booth up against the wall to hole herself up in for the hour or so she planned to relax there. The cafe was relatively empty, she noted, glancing around. It was a rather off hour, so she wasn't surprised. Her ears flicked at the noise of a television starting some new program (in Spanish, of course) and she glanced up to it, taking a sip of her coffee. "La última vez de En Los Tacones de Eva..." It drew a slight smile from Andria, realizing that the coffee and television programming remained the same, even though everything else had changed. Some silly Spanish telenovela would be playing at this time of day, she thought with a chuckle. Best to enjoy this blast from her past while she could.
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