Timothy was stuck. Well, mentally. The squeal novel he was writing wasnt going forward. At least it was payday. He had gotten off work early and cashed the check. He decided to go out, sick of cooking after spending what had seemed like an extra long day as a chef. It was snowing, and getting much worse, so Timothy parked where he could and ran into the nearest building. He could barely make out the sign. It said something like "Boiling road", or something like that. It was some sort of cafe.<br/><br/>Walking up to the counter, Timothy sat down and looked at the menu briefly. A waitress soon approached him and asked what he'd like. "Uh, medium coffee, cream but no sugar, and some cheese toast, please." She took the order and left. Timothy got out his writing notebook and re-read where he left off, trying to come up with how to continue. It felt like he had just started when the waitress returned with his coffee and food. He paid her and asked, "Is there anywhere where i can think here?"<br/><br/>"Well, the lounge is usually pretty quiet. Down those stairs." She pointed to the opposite direction of the kitchen. Timothy nodded in thanks as he gathered his papers and food and began down the stairs. He saw another person there, a girl, and nodded in acknowledgment, before sitting in one of the chairs. He took a big sip of his coffee and got out his writing notebook again.