He pulled her forward as they entered an old coffee shop. The floors were a dark wood, and small candles flickered on the sides of the walls gently. A spiral staircase led up to the second landing and ferns and ivy crawled up the dark brown walls. The air smelt of jasmine and coffee beans and Jack looked around thoughtfully. “This is cool.”
He returned several minutes later holding a hot mug and setting it down in front of her, flapping his hand in the air to cool it. “*squee!*. Careful, it’s hot.”
