CAFFE-INE DISGUISE

The chairs jumped out at me as I walked by, desperately seeking a cup of coffee.
I peered in.
Must be a designer furniture shop I decided, pressing my nose up to the window, but not quite close enough to it so as to leave a smear of breath.
As i stepped back, I nearly fell over the A board.
Which said 'coffee'.
Hurrah.
I couldn't have afforded the chairs anyway.
Well not after I"d paid for the coffee.

Only kidding, although it was on the outer edges of my allowance for a white Americano.
Nice though - and charming service.
I'll be back.