Vaughn pulled a mahogany chair out for me once we reached a vacant table near the wide balcony. "Okay, breathe in, breath out. You stay here while I order coffee for us, alright?" He tapped my shoulder and left.
A hot coffee would be great for the cold temperature here in the mountain tops. It is so cold that I can even see smoke when I speak. The tourists around us wrapped their hands tightly on the body of the warm white mug of this café as they share each a wonderful conversation.
A few minutes later, Vaughn arrived with a tray on his hand with two cups of coffee on top. Like a waiter, he carefully placed each cup on the table so as not to spill anything. Along with the coffee, he also ordered two cookies, one for each of us.