The barista is singing along to Taylor Swift when I walk in. Nobody around her seems to notice, which probably means this is normal

No empty seats available, a queue that reaches the front door. And yet people keep arriving. They know it is worth the wait.

I found a spot to sit, I was in luck. Staring at the people in the queue who look irritated this does not happen often, especially not at this time.

Once sat down I noticed the music, I know this song. Thought to myself for a second and remembered I had this exact thought when I entered. 2000s hits, my youth. I immediately felt I belonged, and looking around this was not only me but everybody. Everyone belonged. All 2000s kids.

My order was already on the table when I came back from this thought. He had picked it up. I did not come alone. My partner looked at me and smiled. I was glad he was here with me, on my first café visit for MAKAN. He made me feel even more at home, more than I already was.

Was the coffee as good as I hoped it would be? Light and perfectly balanced. Still warm halfway through. The smell of freshly ground beans made it even more intense. This in combination with feeling I belonged made it something.

I looked outside, rainy Amsterdam weather. Lucky I was inside. Forty-five minutes later still on the same chair, even though my coffee was already finished. Thinking about ordering a second cup. My partner looked at me, it was time to go.

Leaving at 10:00 the queue still reaching the door. Opening the door I heard the barista singing again, just like when I came in.

Untill next week.

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