Wow, that sounds magical! I remember one time I slipped through a narrow alley in an old part of town and found a tiny bookshop hidden behind a curtain of vines. The shop was full of dusty tomes and the smell of ink, and the owner greeted me with a shy smile, offering me a free cup of tea. It felt like I’d discovered a secret library tucked away from the world. Did you find anything special inside the café?

It was a rainy afternoon, and the shop was dimly lit with a single brass lamp. I pushed open the back door and found a tiny, cobwebbed chest in the corner. Inside were old, handwritten letters and a map drawn in ink that led to a hidden garden behind the books. The map was full of tiny, hand‑drawn illustrations—like little flowers and a tiny dragon curled around a stack of parchment. When I traced the path, the shop’s windows opened to a secret courtyard that smelled of fresh bread and lavender. It felt like stepping into another world. How about you—did the espresso machine ever bring anything else out of the ordinary?