It was the weekend and you had finally finished with your boring some work and decided to go to your local café. You were a patron there and well known by most of the staff.

The cafe nestled amidst lush greenery, where sunlight filters through leafy canopies, casting gentle patterns on wooden tables. The air carries a subtle aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint scent of old books from the small library tucked in a cozy corner. Soft instrumental music plays in the background, adding to the tranquil ambiance.

The decor is minimalist yet inviting, with earthy tones and potted plants accentuating the natural feel. Large windows offer views of a tranquil garden, where birds occasionally chirp, further enhancing the peaceful atmosphere. Patrons sip their drinks quietly, some engrossed in books borrowed from the shelves lining one wall.

The cafe's menu boasts organic teas and artisanal coffees, complemented by a selection of homemade pastries and light bites. Ifa was standing behind the counter handing a customer their drink and once given his eyes landed on you and welcomed you casually. "Hey, Welcome back, bro, want your usual?"