Lets Meet At the Coffee House

Let’s meet at the coffee house she said. I do not drink that vile stuff, I replied to Aunt Ed. They have other drinks too, juices and such. I did not think I would like being there very much. I was totally wrong; the coffee smells were amazing. The scones and the muffins had gingerbread glazing. It was a sweet place to be, lemon wafted in the air. Shall we meet here next week? Asked my man Fred Astaire. I was shocked to see him, I thought he was long gone. But here he was not, serving me tea, while wearing a thong. Oh, yes, I agreed. I love this coffee house now. If I had not shown up, I would have not known it was a wow.