Witches Brew Coffe shop_(0)

Fred walked up the sidewalk from the garage he just left. He was looking at the address his friend had sent him. She told him it was interesting place with some good coffee. He turned the corner when he reached the building that had the number on it. He paused as he looked left and right in confusion as he only showed an expensive restaurant and bridal shop. He walked to end of the street and looked at the street sign. It was the right restaurant so he pulled out his phone to check google maps.

After he finished putting in the address the map that showed that he was there. He looked again then texted his friend ‘Hey lady where in the hell is this place? ‘

He kept walking back and forth looking for a sign that was supposed to read “Witch’s Brew”. His tempter was started to convince him to head home when his phone vibrated. ‘You see the bridal shop?’

He replied ‘YES’.

Her replied text was ‘Well stud look at the one with dress that is for gothic wedding. Then look down for the bars keep people from falling. Do you see the sign?’.

He walked to the middle of the bridal window to see a dress on a manikin in pure black leather with straps exposing the manikin underneath all the way to her feet. He lowered his eyes to see rusting piped guardrail with a sign hung between the bars the read Witch’s Brew. He texted back ‘Found it, what was the drink I had to order again?’.
‘It is called Witch’s slow screw. Enjoy people watching. ‘her replied text with an evil grim emoji. Now why did she send that he wondered as he walked around the guardrail. He saw set of stairs heading down to darkened glass door. When he got to bottom of the stair case he saw that the glass boor was decorated to look like a cave.

He opened the door into small candle light shop that was full of types of peoples. He walked slowly to the counter looking all around the place. In one corner was another smaller counter with a woman with a shaved head. She had a nose ring that had a chain attached to it. The chain ran from her nose to her ears on each side. He could see that she had charms hanging from each chain. He walked towards her as he could see symbol on her forehead. When he got closer he saw that the symbol was crescent moon with the open side curving up and underneath it was three rain drops. She was attractive woman with ice blue eyes, petite shaped wearing a sleeveless green blouse that held tightly to her breasts. She was wearing a Scottish type kilt wearing pair of black combat boots. She gave him strange look as she took in his clothes and the way he was looking at her.

He saw that she was selling herbs and other items that go with a person being into alternative practices he guesses. He turned his eyes to the walls where he saw it was covered in random symbols mixed with different sayings he had never heard before. When he looked up he saw a moon rising on corner of the celling and a sun setting on the other. Located between them was written “The Moon has awoken, with the sleep of the sun, the light has been broken, the spell has begun.”. He bumped into a person when he was looking up and spoke to then before looking “I am so sorry I was looking at something”.

When he looked down he saw a woman just slightly shorted then him staring back at him. Her dark brown eyes where set in a heart shaped face of pale skin. Her lip had a ring thru her bottom lip. Her hair was jet black cropped just below her jaw line at a 45-degree angle. The back of her head had shorter hair. He kept looking down to see she was wearing a black clingy dress that ended half way down her thighs. There was gap of white skin showing thru before black stockings went down to her black 6-inch block heal shoes with a larger square silver buckle in the front. Suddenly he felt her hand push his chin until his eyes meet hers. She then held his chin for second as her eyes then looked his body up and down. He felt the tingly feeling of embarrassment thinking of everyone watching him. He was about move his chin when her eye’s meet his again. “Apology accepted, what do you want?” asked the woman.

“I’m here for some coffee.” He replied quietly.

“Really Einstein, never would guess that here by the looks of you. I thought you were here for the sparking décor and amateur poetry night.” She retorted.

He stopped and looked around for a mic he thought before he looked back at her. “Did they have that here tonight?” he asked.

She laughed at him then asked him again, “What do you want to drink, I know I am missing my waitress dress but I do work here.