Tiara D.
Yelp
Sitting out on the patio, reading my book and finishing the overpriced banana nut latte whose aroma I could deliciously smell and flavor I could barely taste, there was an older man also outside that stood smoking by the wall for about the entire time I sit. He soon asks "Are you done?" And assuming that he works here, I reply "Yes sir" and he then rushes over to take away my mug as if queuing me to hurry up and leave the coffeehouse. Initally, I shrug it off along with the other random stares. I failed to comprehend the actual memo until a couple minutes later, when another man walking past the patio gate begins making strange noises at me like he's some animal set out to maul me. Now here I am, more conscientious of the tone of my complexion. It's never detoured me from going, coming or doing anything I enjoy (a true shame if it should ever), including indulgence in seasonal lattes. But then I remember what city I'm in.
City Coffeehouse is a sleek, chill spot whereas the surrounding demographic just happens to be real wack. Ignorance exists loudly within this area still, no matter how quiet the gesture. As a paying customer, I can type that was made to feel unwelcomed during my first visit. My mom said I shouldn't have been surprised at these behaviors. I guess I found it moreso comical and silly, if anything.