The smell of coffee hit me the second I stepped through the large glass doors of Coffee Haven. The warm, rich and nostalgic smell made me smile.
It was the same café that I had been meeting Sylvia in for years. Originally, we only began to meet because it was the closest café to the hospital Sylvia was on call for, but over the years, it has since become our favorite spot to spend the time.
It had mismatched chairs, was a little small, and had barristers who always struggled to smile. But it was still the most cozy place I knew.
I could not count how many countless nights I had spent with Sylvia right in this spot, moaning about my heartbreaks, exams and the i***t doctors who always continued to hit on Sylvia, no matter how many times she told them no.
And there she was.
I took a
