Cafe
#1 of Randoms
Just a litte something I wanted to do.
The table at which I sat was rather strange in itself. The way the writing adorned the side and wrapped around it, waving up and down as it went. The letters were cursive and black, the words ineligable, known only to some lost craftsman of the days. The top of the table had a hard plastic on it, brittle and tearing. The place was old, but the food was to top notch. I was the only costumer here and had plenty of time to look around. I sat adjacent to the doorway, able to notice anyone who walked in. The door was sort of strange as well, it was a dark, crimson red wood with gold embroided writing. The wood around it, forming the doorway, was a bright pinkish white, which was out of contrast compared to the dark sorroundings. The pink doorframe had lines extending at the top, to the left and right. The lines faded from pink to yellow as they wrapped the wall, circulating the room and meeting back at the door. All of the tables were the same, the same broken and brittled tops and the same un readable hand writing.