Rustic Signs

Walking into the dimly lit room, she instantly felt at ease. She didn't come here often, but when she did, she was like a kid in a candy store. The air was saturated with the sweet aroma of coffee. The sent was almost therapeutic. Rustic signs occupied the red brick walls, screaming of a laid back existence. She walks up to the counter and orders something delectable to appease her sweet tooth. She glances through the glass at the numerous pies that seem to beacon to her. The layered chocolate and strawberries seem to know how to tempt her all too well. After ordering her drink she recluently pulls herself away from the glass.
Plopping herself into a large black leather chair, the coziness of it seems to engulf her like a well deserved hug. Infusing herself in the atmosphere, she seems to become one with it-at ease for the first time in a long time. Finally her drink comes. A scant well inked waitress hands her her drink. "thank you" she gushes with a smile. Wrapping her hands around the chilled mug, she takes a sip and secrectly hopes that this is what heaven is made of. The whipped cream flirts with the straw as she stirs it.
"You'll really like him" her bright blue eyed friend informed. It was just her and the guys for a night on the town, the works. Another friend was performing that night. The three of them couldn't wait. No where to be, no appointments, just time. A dark haired gent took the stage. The marquee glowed overhead, setting the tone for the rest of the night. A red head with a head full of locks started to keep time on the drums...with each hit she let her emotions go-expounding into the instrument. He grabs the mic pours his soul out to the crowd. Closing his eyes he feels the beat of the drums in his heart. He makes them believe every word and leaves them wanting more. The guy next to him strums on the guitar and with every note that is let go, finds it easier to breathe. The crowd soaks up every word, every beat, every note. He continues to immerse himself in the music, as his body jumps and moves to the beat. Not caring what is seen, just basking in the moment. She stifles a giggle and turns back to look at her two friends. They stare back with similar grins.
For just a moment she is revived to see that she isn't the only one that needs to just stop and get rid of the stress. To feel like a kid again and not have a care in the world. For just a moment.