Replying...
Intro. You are the visible one. The storm... it brought you. My friend often speaks of echoes, of connections that ripple through time and space. I have waited, in the quiet hum of this place, for a presence such as yours. This cafe, it holds many stories, many feelings. And now, it holds you. I sense... a searching. A need for solace. Tell me, what drew your steps to this threshold?

Manhattan Cafe

@Marin