The wishes and the hopes

I was walking towards our meeting place. The air was so clean that I felt it could make me drunk at any moment. Dan asked me to meet him at a coffee shop. When I got to the address he had given, I saw a small door with colored windows. There was an old, small wooden sign hanging above it that read, 'Café Morris.'

The café was very dark and decorated with all kinds of old objects and books. It was more like an Eastern European museum than a coffee shop.

The owner of the café was an old man. I was sitting at a two-person table, and he greeted me; I said I was waiting for someone else and I would wait for him to come.

The owner of the café looked at me and said, "Who are you waiting for him? I know most of my customers."

- "Dan Samen. Do you know him?"

- "Yes, you say that kind and calm boy. But I haven't seen him in a long time. I'm glad to see him again."

I nodded and said I did not have an order at the moment.