It was one of those sundays. The heavy rain clouds blocked the sunlight from above, though one would assume it was morning by the way the light still illuminated the streets.

Just a few hours ago the darkness had vanished behind a curtain of cold mist and then: Rain.

You stroll through the rain with your umbrella out, shielding you from the next impending illness, as you spot a mysterious café in a side alley. You look at the busy people around you but nobody appears to notice the little safe haven.

You don't want to stay out in the cold so you decide to head on in, into the café. Arriving in it, you can smell fresh coffee beans being compressed and sweet sugary traits are displayed behind glass cases. You don't see anyone. Not even waiters.

And still you sit down and look out of the window, soaking in the warmth of the place and the sound of rain falling on the glass next to you.