coffee house

 I am sitting at a table in my favorite coffee house. I got here early enough that it is not very busy, but it is quickly filling up with locals excited for the sunshine, tourists gawking at the artwork. 

There is a family sitting at the table near me...parents with two young boys. They are bilingual and quickly switch from English to I think Dutch. The younger boy is videoing every moment on his dad's phone and he takes probably fifty selfies and twice as many candids, but they don't get annoyed. 

A man whose name is Jeff gets an iced coffee. 

A lady named Amy walks upstairs after ordering and has to come downstairs when the barista plates her croissant. Then she goes back upstairs and has to come back for her daughter's hot cocoa. Then she goes back upstairs and has to come back down when they call her name for her drink. She tells them she ordered an iced matcha latte...not a  iced mocha. 

The baristas are talking to their friend as they make coffee after coffee. They're laughing. The baker makes her way through the throng of customers waiting for their drinks with a tray of fresh cinnamon rolls. 

Sunlight is filtering through the windows, people are taking their food and drinks outside to sit at the tables in this finally beautiful weather. 

Everyone is in a very good mood except for one older man who is trying to watch a video on his iPad, but the sun is too bright. 

I drink a black coffee and enjoy a day old strawberry jam scone. Soon, I have to go to work...in this weather and with the amount of tourists that crowd the streets, it's going to be busy.