I hear a ding, when someone opens the door.
I hear low sound, relaxing music playing as you walk in.
I hear people talking to each other.
I hear a man taking my order.
I hear the coffee machine doing its work.
I smell coffee.
I smell a women's perfume.
I smell a fresh, baked out-of-the oven, coffee cake.
I smell a vanilla bean drink.
I smell the arroma of cinnamon throughout the restroom.
I feel the money that I'm about to put away.
I feel the chair cold but comfortable.
I feel my sorbetto nice and cold.
I feel the cup holder.
I feel so happy that I'm here.
I see an employee mopping the floor.
I see people making line.
I see peole in front and in back of me.
I see Michelle taking my order.
I see my friend sitting down.
I taste the gum that I'm chewing.
I taste my mango sorbetto. Deliciuos.
I taste my friend's hot chocolate.
I taste my sister's pumkin spice latte.
I taste a passion tea lemonade.
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