<div align="center">(http://activerain.com/image_store/uploads/9/8/1/8/7/ar121605913478189.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Harry's Coffee Shop<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, December 21st<br/><strong>Description</strong>: Homey on the outside and homey on the inside. There is a strong feel of the southern states, but that special brand of California English is as prominent as ever. <br/><br/>The inside had become a meeting ground for hipsters and young aristocrats. For, the coffee was expensive, and incredibly well made. There was a chalkboard behind the register that distinguished where the grind was coming from on that particular day. It changed every ten to eleven business hours, sometimes at open, sometimes at close. But; it wasn't unheard of to change beans in the middle of the day. Right now: All of the coffee in Harry's restaurant was coming from Ecuador. It was comforting for most of the patrons, and they felt like higher classed people for no reason. Blind dates happened as often as the wind blew. <br/><br/>The sun was it's regular self. There were sinisterly clouds in the sky, and it just didn't feel like rain, but it looked like a downpour was due at around noon. The time was only 9:46 in the morning. Everyone had a strange look on their face, it felt like they all wanted to get out of Harry's coffee shop as fast as possible; as if there was some one with intolerable body odor working on the door-knob or the floorboards.<br/><br/><br/><br/></div>