Visit 2

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I didn’t go in that night. It didn’t feel right if that makes any sense. In my mind, it was a sort of test. And I didn’t feel like I was prepared for it. But I went again the next night and stood by the entrance. I just stood there, to the side, looking out into the street, as creepy as that sounds. The shop smelled strongly of coffee and bread. The door was one of those old wooden ones that had slits running across, and you could faintly see inside. The small windows were the same. The light that passed through was warm in nature. It was soft and fragile. I couldn’t get the courage to open the door. I felt like I wasn’t welcomed, at least not yet. I had never been so fascinated by a place as much as I was with this one. It wasn’t even that it called to me either. But rather I was expected to be there. I left.