Where the Locals Go

Where the Locals Go

One of the challenges of being in a new place is finding a good cafe for breakfast.

A cafe with a back entrance that goes past the food storage, kitchen, and restrooms had the appearance of a restaurant that is confident in its food.

Once inside, the restaurant was packed with no empty tables, but locals invited the strangers to join them at their table.

The food was magnificent, and the conversation was fun and informative about the area.

The locals finished their breakfasts and left. The strangers were surprised when their waitress informed them their bill had been paid by the kind locals.

Well played, locals, well played.


About Jaye Bee

Story-teller and Author My stories: Pink Baby Alligator is a children's early reader book and is a semi-finalist in the 2018 Royal Palm Literary Awards; Sweet Deal Sealed is a novella. Both books are available on Amazon. The Girl Who Saw Clouds is a YA crossover novel and will be published in June! I Always Wanted to Be a Spy, a mystery thriller, is in second-ish draft. I live on a farm with Farmer Man, two dogs, and fifty-five chickens. Follower of Jesus. Thou shalt not plagiarize. (See Commandment #8)
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2 Responses to Where the Locals Go

  1. Bill says:

    Mmm Mmm good


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