The Hidden Cafe

Every morning, I walk through the same narrow streets to get to my office. The city is always loud and full of people rushing to work.

Yesterday, I decided to take a different path. I found a small wooden door hidden behind some tall green plants.

Behind the door was a beautiful cafe. It was very quiet, and the smell of fresh bread and cinnamon was amazing.

I sat by the window and watched the rain start to fall. For a moment, I forgot about my meetings and just enjoyed the peace.

An old woman came to my table with a small menu. “Today we have apple pie and hot chocolate,” she said. I ordered both, even though it was only eight in the morning.

She told me that the cafe had been there for fifty years. “People find it when they need it,” she said with a smile. I didn't understand, but I liked the idea.

When I finally looked at the clock, I was already late. I paid, said goodbye and ran to the office. My boss was surprised to see me so calm.

Now I take the different path every Friday. The wooden door is always there, behind the green plants, and the cafe is always quiet, waiting for me.