You don't know what pulled you into the little coffee shop down the street. Normally you just walk past, not sparing a single glance to the large window where people can watch the ongoing life outside.
But today you feel like you need a break from a what is going on and the waft of coffee seems so alluring now.
So you walk into the cozy shop and search for a free place, the rush hour packing the shop. The barista meets your searching eyes and flashes you a smile before pointing towards a free table.
You nod in thanks and weave your way through the people to sit down on the seat near the windows.
With a satisfied huff, you look around the shop and shake your head.
Then your eyes lock onto the little book on the table. It doesn't seem like it's the menu so maybe someone left it here.
It's clad in brown leather and looks really inconspicuous, but your curiosity is spiked.
Slowly you pull the book towards you and look around, maybe the owner is near and sees you snooping. Nobody seems to n