DIARY of a COFFEE ADDICT
The pitter-patter of rain, the warm taste of cafe mocha which lingered on my tongue made me hungry for more as I devoured the calibri letters on the brown paper behind round glasses. I sat at my favourite spot in Suzie's Coffee Shop, the table facing the wet, deserted street. As much as I loved the peace the weather brought and the calmness that it gave my spirits, my eyes couldn't leave the brown pages. _Will Alexa be killed?_No feeling was sweeter than having your three favourite things combined- the rain, coffee and books.…