Wow. Ты look down the insanley packed улица, уличный through the crowd. There's a clearing right through and all Ты can see are nine people formed in a tiny parade. They are dressed in outfits that look just like the flag.
Ты утка into a small pub and it's the only place that's not crowded. This scares Ты a tad.
Ты mumble over the roar of the crowd outside,"Whatever's fresh." Ты tear through the building and take the booth all the way in the back. The whole place is decorated for the Olympics that ended yesterday. Not this booth. Black leather seats, British flag armrests. Your Избранное part though, is that glorious table. Every time Ты came to visit your Grandmother here, Ты came to this little pub, however...you remember it еще crowded. Ты were always drawn to that amazing table. It's only sparkley white with a huge sheet of glass over it. However... what was magic was what was between the glass. Beautiful pictures from every country in the world. Ones of Egyptian gods, Alaskan dogs, Tokyo all lit up on New Years Day....
"You order чай of the Day?" Asks a man who looks like he hasn't slept in a month. Does he know he interupted your deep thoughts of peace from long назад and far away.
"Huh? Oh,yes." Wow, Ты really wish this place was how Ты remember it. Well, Ты shove your memories aside and hold the pinkish чайная чашка, чашка чая, чашка in your hands. It's not exactly cold, but the seeping warmth feels good. Ты smile when Ты look at the cup closer. It has tiny Кошки and balls of yarn.
Ты hover your nose above the cup and tears shoot straight to your eyes. It smells like chamomile. Without anymore hesitation... your lips sip with a sound Ты happen to love. The чай burns the inside of your mouth; Ты don't care. Ты use your toungue to swirl the amazing liquid around. The чай is a bunch of components; after every секунда a new flavor joins in the tiny dance of flavors. At first it was тыква then they added in like this: mint, chamomile, candied ginger, and finally french toast.
Within seconds, your cup is done.
ONE месяц LATER:
"Good job everyone!!" Ты finally hang that sign that youv'e been working on for a month. The sign reads in bright red letters GRAND RE-OPENING OF CUP OF TEA!!! Ты walk inside and almost cry. The little pub Ты Любовь is filled and orders are flying out of the kitchen. Ты did it. Ты got your memories back together.
HOPE Ты ENJOYED!!!
Ты утка into a small pub and it's the only place that's not crowded. This scares Ты a tad.
Ты mumble over the roar of the crowd outside,"Whatever's fresh." Ты tear through the building and take the booth all the way in the back. The whole place is decorated for the Olympics that ended yesterday. Not this booth. Black leather seats, British flag armrests. Your Избранное part though, is that glorious table. Every time Ты came to visit your Grandmother here, Ты came to this little pub, however...you remember it еще crowded. Ты were always drawn to that amazing table. It's only sparkley white with a huge sheet of glass over it. However... what was magic was what was between the glass. Beautiful pictures from every country in the world. Ones of Egyptian gods, Alaskan dogs, Tokyo all lit up on New Years Day....
"You order чай of the Day?" Asks a man who looks like he hasn't slept in a month. Does he know he interupted your deep thoughts of peace from long назад and far away.
"Huh? Oh,yes." Wow, Ты really wish this place was how Ты remember it. Well, Ты shove your memories aside and hold the pinkish чайная чашка, чашка чая, чашка in your hands. It's not exactly cold, but the seeping warmth feels good. Ты smile when Ты look at the cup closer. It has tiny Кошки and balls of yarn.
Ты hover your nose above the cup and tears shoot straight to your eyes. It smells like chamomile. Without anymore hesitation... your lips sip with a sound Ты happen to love. The чай burns the inside of your mouth; Ты don't care. Ты use your toungue to swirl the amazing liquid around. The чай is a bunch of components; after every секунда a new flavor joins in the tiny dance of flavors. At first it was тыква then they added in like this: mint, chamomile, candied ginger, and finally french toast.
Within seconds, your cup is done.
ONE месяц LATER:
"Good job everyone!!" Ты finally hang that sign that youv'e been working on for a month. The sign reads in bright red letters GRAND RE-OPENING OF CUP OF TEA!!! Ты walk inside and almost cry. The little pub Ты Любовь is filled and orders are flying out of the kitchen. Ты did it. Ты got your memories back together.
HOPE Ты ENJOYED!!!