As expected, the small, local café we found was nothing short of peaceful and utterly beautiful. It was exactly the kind of unpretentious, cozy spot you hope to stumble upon. Soft string lights were strung overhead, and the air smelled like coffee, warm pastries, and the faint, fresh sea breeze.
However, when we walked in, the place was completely full. Every tiny table was occupied, and a small line was forming near the counter. I felt a quick, sharp pang of disappointment.
“Oh, no,” I muttered, my shoulders slumping slightly. After that beautiful walk and with my hunger fully back, I was really looking forward to settling in here.
“Let’s find another café,” I sighed, already turning away, but my eyes lingered wistfully on the display case. I was practically drooling over a towering,
