Kawa i barista

I spent much of the evening in the warmth of my café. For the most part, I spent it reading The Historian, but I also indulged in reading a few lines from The Holy Bible.

I love the barista, she's a recent addition to the café and very beautiful. I admire her whenever I look up from my book, though, she is unable to know that, unless she happens to come across this blog.