CHAPTER EIGHT: Nightingale

My entire body tickled as if ants were playing tag all over. I got a late reaction to the cold because I was immersed in Grip’s scent. I brushed my arms alternately with my palm to get rid of the tiny bumps on my skin.

I turned to the cafe and was shocked to see it open and ready to serve the customers. It was past six and I was assigned to get things ready before we open at eight in the morning. Staffs usually come at seven sharp.

Stepping in, my eyes were immediately enticed by the whole new world. This was the nth time I entered the cafe and it never failed to amaze me. This cafe was like a fairytale where you could run to, to escape reality. The murals on each side of the room were so magical. It was filled with captivating flowers and mythical creatures such as unicorns, fairies, swans, pegasus, and a lot more.

Some may find the cafe childish but that is the purpose of this cafe, to make you feel like a child. A child who does nothing but play, enjoy, to breathe without worryin