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Coffee

A lock of raven hair swept across her face as a sudden gust of wind announced itself through the sun lit streets. She shook her head in slight annoyance as she reached up to brush back her hair, angling her small face towards the direction of the unexpected torrent. As she did so, the small square porch of that café came back into view; a middle aged man sitting in one of the small, weather worn table sets. "Lyla, come sit with me a while." He said, a worn smile and gentle eyes. The child obeyed, skipping back towards the café, her white sundress fluttering playfully in the warm wind. There was still that smile on the man's