<div style="text-align: justify;">Janice was standing in there, just watching the street and waiting for someone to enter the cafe. It was still a little early for most of the regulars to be there. Regardless, there was always one early bird passing by on their way to work, or someone who didn't want to eat breakfast alone.<br/><br/>As the door opened and the bell rang softly, the young blonde smiled and took a step forward.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Welcome to the Blue Bird, sir"</span>, she greeted gently. The girl's voice was soft and friendly, and her smile seemed genuine.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"May I take you to one of our tables, or will your order be to go?"</span>, the hostess asked in a cheerful intonation.<br/><br/>Not even Janice knew why, but she was in a really good mood, and something about that man who had just walked in attracted her. While waiting for his answer, the young woman kept trying to figure out what he had to draw her in so much.<br/><br/>While the owner of the place took it upon herself to greet the new customer, a flurry of activity was happening behind her. Someone was starting to make a fresh pot of coffee. Someone else went into the kitchen and brought out a tray off muffins. The older lady who worked the kitchen peeped out to see if there were customers. She took a look at the blonde and the customer and then said something about eggs to the man operating the coffee pot. The young man nodded, left the coffee maker running and went in the kitchen for a moment. It was clear they were just starting the operations for a new day.</div>