As soon as they stepped off the scooter and parked it nearby, Kafka stretched his arms with a relaxed groan and looked around the charming little café that sat right at the corner of a developing street.
The warm yellow exterior faded by the morning sun, was paired with a hand-painted wooden sign that read "Sunny Side Café," and inside, through the wide glass windows, they could already see a few locals enjoying breakfast at rustic wooden tables.
"This place's been around for a while." Kafka said, gesturing towards the door as he held it open for Olivia. "It's not exactly the kind of fancy cafes or five-star hotels you'd find in the middle of a city. We're still a small town, still growing. But for now, this one's perfect, cozy, nice food, not expensive, and not really too formal."
