Oct 25, 2013
sugarmakeseverythingbetter found the cafe
Doug leaned on the counter, arms folded and watched the people of London live their lives outside his cafe. Occasionally he would try and guess where they were from, where they were going and the like. It was quite a slow day. Then the bell on the door tinkled, he stood up to his considerable height and smiled kindly.
"Welcome t'the Scottish Pantry lass, ah'm Doug, wha' can I dee fer ye?"
