Late November, Chicago.
That evening was freakingly cold, winds were really gusty making a cold day feel even colder. Naked trees and frosted leaves , the signature of nature that marks the winter, was here. Sleety weather was in full swing with flakes of snow drifting down in a pace of its own, forming a layer of about a foot high or even more in some areas. After a tiring day at work, Aadhya headed towards the metro station. She took the same route since 6 months, after having joined the firm that hired her as a print media specialist. Enroute, as she walked past the coffeeshop at the cross-section of Pike and 4th Avenue, the aroma stopped her from moving any further.
She couldn't resist the hot espresso and forced herself into the cafe. Aadhya ordered her all time favourite on the menu - "A tall espresso Please!". As she wiat at the counter her sight moved to an empty table at the corner of the lounge. "Your espresso M'am, Cream on to your right please" - came a voice from the other side of the counter.
Aadhya picked the coffee, walked to the empty table and placed the bag by her side. She opened up her only companion in the city - Biba [Oh thats what she called her Mac book]. Logged onto her digital diary, typed in "28th November 5:10PM - The encounter of the Tall espresso". Pausing the act of typing keys, as she sipped her espresso, thoughts of her first visit to the cafe unwind...