It wakes up before me - this aroma, persistent and enveloping, seems to whisper: "Well, together again?"

I have a small coffee shop.

The kind that you accidentally drop in once - and then come back again and again.

Where the barista knows what you'll order before you even open your mouth.

Where music is always playing, as if someone put together your dream playlist.

Where the cups are cracked, but beloved, and the buns are always a little warm, like a hug.

Recently there was a funny incident: a regular guest - an intelligent man with a book and sternness in his eyes - ordered a latte with lavender syrup.
I wrote mechanically on the lid of the cup: "Caution, may cause love."

I wasn't thinking about anything, I was just in the mood.
He read it, smiled for the first time in six months and said: "You warned me too late."

Since then, he comes not only for coffee. And I think: what if it all starts with such small moments? With one look. With one smell. With one phrase on the lid.

I like to watch people - in love, tired, inspired.

And every day I make coffee not only from beans, but from the feeling that life is not a rush, but taste. And that all the best things begin with warmth - be it a cup or a conversation. 😊

I have something to tell, and maybe you have something to feel. 😊
If one day you find yourself next to the sign "Open" - come in.

And if you are just reading this - write. I don't add syrup to the correspondence, but I can promise - it will be interesting.💋