This is my favorite coffee shop in the city. I love it for so many reasons, but mostly because on sunny afternoons, the light falls so beautifully here, turning everything it touches into something so sweet I could stare at them forever --- the froth on my latte, the pages of my journal, the chair cushion prints, the paintings on the wall, the single white rose on each table -- even the view from my window is lovely.
This last picture is my favorite. I saw these two happily scribbling away in their own tables and I was secretly rooting for them to be together. It was like a scene out of a movie and I couldn't help myself, I thought that they'd make a gorgeous couple. Isn't it funny how you see certain people and start to imagine what their story could be like?