Please wait for a moment; Ill be right back to you.
A soft voice comes from the bar.
I look up and meet with an apologetic smile.
I nod and continue scanning the interior of this caf.
There is this charcoal sketch portrait hanging on the left side of the wall.
He looks like in his 30s or so, dressing in a suit, a big tie hang around his neck and a nice clean cut hair style.
I cant see his eyes but strangely, I can feel the heroic spirit and sorrow by just looking at the portrait.
His sight is kind of looking to his right.
I tilt my head to my upper left and see a poster with print:

Cast a cold Eye
On Life, on Death
Horseman, pass by!

Em good; but why is it using just one eye?
Why not Cast cold Eyes, One eye On Life, One eye On Death?
Because it sound fair to me and fair is good.
Then again, this would sound like that little kid in Six Sense that always mumbled, I see things Creepy, right?
Im sorry. My name is Tina. May I take your order now?
Theres a faint smell of the same rich aroma coffee that struck me when I walked through that door, dispersing from her body.
What would you like to have? Coffee or tea?
She have two menus in her hand, smiling. Is the same voice that comes from the bar.
I guess her age is around 25 or so. She has this cute spectacles hanging on her nose.
The menus have two different colors for each one, dark brown and light brown. Both with the same green color word Yeats.
I drink only coffee.
She look kind of stun for a while, and hand me the dark brown menu, smiling and waiting for me to make the order.

Usually I will order a double shot latte, but then this catch my attention:
Irish coffee”serves after 12 midnight third from the bottom of the menu.
Hmm curiously I change my mind. I like to have the Irish coffee, please.
She looks stun, again. Then she composes her self and gives me a bright smile, Good choice.
My curiosity level just went up. I watch closely as she walk back into the bar area.
She tuck up her sleeve slowly, pushing back that cute spectacles that hanging from her nose, brushing her blonde hairs back to her ear.
Cautiously she take down a wine glass, well, is kind of look like a wine glass to me, and she take another bottle of liquor, pour the brown crystal liquor into the wine glass.
What? I thought I just order myself a cup of coffee? She doesnt understand English?
I swear she can hear me saying this out loud in my head because she just look up and give me this dont worry, I know what Im doing look, I feel like a deer on the headlight
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To save myself from the embarrassment, I turn my focus on the decoration on the wall.
Not much to look at anyway because there are just that mid-age guys sketches and the poster hangings on the wall.
The mid-age guy is quite good looking, for a human being, I mean. But good looking people dont live a happy life.
Well, I guess Im living in a happy life now. *Sign*
Ok, back to the wall. The wall paper is light desert tan color with little green three-leaf clover pattern all over it.

Miss, heres your Irish coffee.
She put down my coffee on the on top of this white paper drink pad, with a green three-leaf clover on it. Dont stir the cream into the coffee, is best sip through the cream and careful also, is hot.

tbc?