Carlos carefully flicked the squeegee, removing the last drop of dirty water from the stores front window, he smiled and turned to breathe in the fresh morning air filling his lungs with the cities pulse, he crossed himself and opened his store.
“Wash the windows everyday Carlos” his father had told him, “do this and people walking by will look in, it’s the magic of the glass, even if business is slow you must wash the front windows everyday.”
Customers walking by the little coffee shop would notice the shinny inviting windows framed with thick red wood carefully etched in filigree, they’d notice straw lining the display bed behind the transparent glass with coffee beans from the far away lands beckoning their senses.
Inside Carlos would smile, sometimes waving at those stopping to look at his wife Maria’s glorious display she created new everyday, snuggling wonders artfully behind the freshly washed glass framed with thick red wood carefully etched in filigree, contrasting stenciled words on glass Café World Coffee.
People did stop in to buy coffees stopped by to chat with Carlos and Maria even after other coffee shops sprouted in the neighborhood, Café World’s loyal customers shunned the chrome competitors decors, buying the fresh roasted delights from Café World, from Carlos.
His father’s words echoed in Carlos memory, the magic of the glass guided his steady hand on the squeegee, the people walked by everyday delighting in their own memories from behind the freshly washed glass framed with thick red wood carefully etched in filigree.