He reads the book's cover and its author's name, and suppressed his desire to reading it. He put the book back into his coat pocket, and rubbed his hands together as he felt cold. He was new in the city, and wanted to explore it before 4 a.m in morning. He came out of that dark corner, and walked along the road, beside the road there was a river, which ran down under the bridge. The city was huge, and filled with many gleaming lights which flickered everytime he looked away from them, as he walked on the bridge. He could see people in their houses, getting ready to sleep. As his curious eyes looked toward tall skyscrapers which continuously following one another. For him it was a fictional city which lighted up by millions of stars. He smiled while looking at them, as he walked under a street-lamp. He could see few cars running across the main road, and some men walking on the pavement of the road. He was shy, so he didn't try to talk to them. His cloths were absurd, so was his long hair. Which he himself thought is weird. He reads the city name on a board near the cafe. "Cinagon" he reads out and write it on his sleeve, there was several other names too which was hard to recognize. He put his pen in his back pocket, and moved away from the cafe. Then he looked back an idea occurred to him. He stood front of the cafe and looked through a glass inside it, as his hair fell on his face and he put them back again behind his ear. " What I'm gonna do inside?. I know nothing about this place, and these people seem different to me" he murmured to himself as he waved his hand to a man who was serving coffee. But the man didn't notice him. He seemed annoyed, and went to cafe's front and opened it and went inside. He felt warm and comfortable inside the cafe, as he took a deep breath and stared at things inside. It was a small cafe, and had only six tables and some fancy chairs, but beautifully decorated with China vases, flowers on the each table, and some exotic posters around. He stood there as a couple sitting near the corner looked at him with wide open eyes. He waved his hand in embarrassment toward the coffee drinking couple. They didn't respond, meanwhile old man came with ginger bread he served it in the table and went back to counter. "Hello, do you need something young man?" asked old man politely. "What do you have sir?" replied the boy with same politeness. "Are you new here? This is a cafe, and everybody knows what we offer. We don't you check out the menu by yourself?" said old man. " OK, no problem" said the boy as he glanced here and there, and old man seemed puzzled. " Here" "thanks" He read the menu and ordered a simple coffee. He sat on the chair; put his hat edge of the table, and waited for the coffee which was served him about a minute later. The sky was blue as stars sparkled through thin layers of the air. Everything was calm and serene as he sipped the coffee looking through the glass. Suddenly a voice came out of the little room which was attached to the cafe. "You need my help papa? I'm done with cooking." a cheerful voice called. "Nothing special you do your work son" replied old man as he wiped his eyeglasses.
The boy drank the coffee, paid the bill, and ready to leave. "Visit us again" shouted old man cheerfully as he saw him leaving the cafe. The boy waved his hand without looking back and fade away with each forwarding steps. He walked on those empty streets, it was around 11p.m. He was not far away from that cafe. He liked the coffee, and its bitter sweet taste. As he walked air began to play with his hair, and suddenly something crossed his mind. "My hat" he shouted in bewilderment. "I know this would happen with me" he said as he looked back and forth trying to figure out the way he came. As he heard a girl's voice coming from the distance; he followed the voices as it became clearer and clearer with each step.
To be continued