The Cafe, yes, an original name, smelled like blends of roasted coffee. Not too surprising, but it ws welcomed eagerly. It wasn't too crowded, 2 other small groups of people, and I wondered how Taylor had heard about this place.
We went to the right side of the room to a booth by a window and sat down. It was an uncomfortable silent pause that was only ended by the waitress taking our order for 2 grande cappucino's.
"Sooo," You say. "Yeah," Taylor says back. You both look up from the table and laugh. "This is really ridiculous." You say. Why is it so hard to just talk? This has never been a problem before and it shouldn't be now. "Ya know, I think this place is a little too....stuck up." Taylor finally said. "I agree with you. Let's get out of here." You say but just as you were about to get out of your seat you got knocked back down by someone standing there.
"Oh, sorry bout that." Said the guy. "Here." He said and threw a neon yellow sing on your table before turning and leaving. "Well, that was different." You say.
"Hey, check this out." Taylor says handing you the sign. "It's a rave, tonight." You read aloud. "Yeah, you think we should go?" He asked?
