Mimi glided through the two swing doors from the kitchen at the end of the bar, shouting “we aren’t open yet, Lou,” to the man in the beige trench coat who sat on one of the high stools at the bar; “’though, how did you get in – the doors aren’t even open yet?”
On the stage, Jenne warmed her vocal chords with a deep, throaty a cappella rendition of City Lights, as Mimi joined me in the booth, holding up and then waving the small metal ‘reserved’ sign that I hadn’t noticed as I took my seat, and rolled her eyes.
I looked at Jenne on the stage who graciously nodded without losing her flow, and I glanced back to Mimi with a smile to hide my ‘oops’ expression.
“What gives this place heart?” Mimi asked gesturing to the empty Bar / Café / Bistro, lit by only a few side lights and artificial candles on the walls around the room.
I thought for a moment, and then suggested “the atmosphere… the ambience… the lighting…” and looking back at Jenne, “the music?”
“It’s the people who give the place heart,” Mimi corrected, “without the people an empty place is an empty space… and a place with a heart is welcoming every time… the people provide the heart… and the soul… and the magic.”
Another quick Six Sentence Story, this time featuring the Six Sentence Café & Bistro… the prompt word being Meter. The image above links to Denise’s GirlieOnTheEdge site, who hosts this writing challenge.