Tiffany had just come back from holidaying in France, she had been to visit her grandmother living it up in the sun. Wrapping her stained, greying pinny around her waiste and tucking a dish cloth in the pocket, she surveyed her little diner, sparce and empty, taking in the smell of the coffee beans and freshly cooked blueberry muffins. The walls their usual colour of off yellow holding rows upon rows of shelves storing all sorts of knick-knacks such as the garden gnome she was given as a student when she visited a pub for a meal and her order had been forgotten about, there was also an asortment of coffee flavours she had collected from her travels, all part of the character of the small corner cafe.<br/>Getting herself out of her daydream she started to wipe down the counter before the first customer arrived.