Evie regarded herself as neither special, nor like everyone else. That particular Tuesday started off as having similar qualities.
She was headed to a job interview and arrived back in her old neighbourhood precisely 60 minutes before the scheduled meeting time. In her own mind, if she wasn't early, she was late.
The bustle of the Main Street traffic slowed for a moment. The keeping of a slower pace could now satisfy both her penchant for coffee and simple spontaneity. She caught a glimpse of the cafe out of the corner of her eye. It was the maroon coloured exterior siding.
It was the chairs on the boulevard; their backs forged of wire, woven into the shape of a heart. It was all of that, and more than that.
She turned left at the intersection in her quest for a parking spot. Trees lined the side street, their Y's provided shade and protection from the drizzle. A sun shower. The scene, a spitting image of something she remembered fondly from her past. The cafe was quaint. Warm and inviting. She smiled and chuckled shyly to herself when she saw an electric guitar sitting in the corner. She hadn't been back to the neighbourhood for a while, but in that instant, it was like she never left. Wakefulness ensued a few moment later, attributable to the coffee, of course. Brewed to perfection.
She ended up getting the job. It was almost as if the coffee was lucky.