*Oreo cookies to the 3 Ladies on the Red Couch, please*

[Time was 1930 hrs]

As the 3 of us made our grand entrance into the mildly blown air-freezer conditioned coffee house, oddly known as The Coffee Connesiour, our delighted faces turn into an unmistakable shades of dismay. Huh.... no space?? What sit at the entrance?? Reluctantly yet "what to do"-ly, we sat our asses down with the unexpected intention to warm up the unwanted seats, while the waitress distributed the menus to each of us. Enchanted by the variety of coffee names, we got down into an immense discussion on what should we spend our Hari Raya Money on. "Grreeekkkk!!" Seconds later... Awin shouted "eehh!! lets grab the sofas!". "Uhh... excuse me, can we change seats??!" D asked the humble waitress. Moments later, we got the thumbs up, scrambled to the sofas and continued with our discussion on err... "coffee names" while flipping through the two 5 page menus 10,000 times each. 10 hours later, we announced our orders since i was the one who HAD to make the waitress do her job, to wait.

Soon enough our drinks arrived. And seconds after that, the talkings have not stopped. It was 3 hours later that i realized our seats are warmer than any overcooked turkey on Thanksgiving.