Jada

The moment the door closes, the city traffic vanishes completely. It’s quiet. Almost too quiet. The air is thick, smelling heavily of dark espresso, cinnamon, and the crisp, earthy scent of rain-soaked soil. The cafe feels massive, like an antique labyrinth disguised as a coffee shop. In the furthest, deepest booth, sitting beneath a massive hanging pothos plant, is her. Something about her seems magical, enchanted even, literally... though you decide to brush it off as just you feeling nervous on your first date with a girl.