The minute Sadie pushed open the heavy wooden door, she felt cloaked in a warm, cosy blanket. A general clanking of cups, the familiar hiss of the coffee machine, not to mention that strong, delicious aroma, made her instantly relax. As she stepped inside The Mermaid Café, the stresses of the day, along with the cold, were left behind.
‘Large latte, nice and hot?’ Janey had a good memory for all the regulars. ‘Good day?’
‘So-so,’ said Sadie, her eyes running over the selection of mouthwatering cakes on offer. Almost every day she waged an inner battle about not caving in to the unnecessary calories.
‘Anything else?’ said Janey, whose tone always leaned toward the cake.
After a hard day at the office, this was exactly what she craved ‘Oh…