Kickasscookieeater
May 7, 2012, 7:53 a.m.
May 7, 2012, 7:53 a.m.
It’s small, but it’s warm. Its walls are coffee stain colours and its table are dimly polished oak. It sells cake and it sells cookies, with soul scorching mochas and tasteful latt�s. In random corners there are snowdrops until there are daffodils, then roses until there are camellias. No one knows where they come from but they don’t care. It’s quiet and it’s calm and it’s welcoming.
And it’s going to change everything.