The coffee cup wobbling on the plate as I make my way back to my seat. The foamy waves of the coffee sea crashing from the techtonic plate moving 10 meters from the counter to the table. The sea settles. As does the techtonic plate. The sun soaks through the window and the cool air blows in from outside every time another guest walks in. The employees enthusiastically greeting the customer. After reading a few pages of my book, the owner comes to check on me. She told me about how you can hear the ocean on a quiet evening from the café. She often serves cake and tea in the evening for people who wander in for a light snack after their day at the beach. I hope it’s chocolate.