Six o'clock in the evening. People are walking the streets of this active city. Going to dinner, spending time with family or friends, couples having a date night, others having a good time during the night and some heading off to work for the first time all day. That's exactly what Rose, the young owner of a cafe, was doing. Digging through her purse for the keys, she is greeted back a number of people before finding them and unlocking the door to get the cafe ready for a long night ahead. Upon opening the door, she closed it right behind her and locking it again, until her shop was ready to be open in the next hour. Pulling off her beige trench coat and long red scarf, placing them on a coat hanger near the entrance of the bar. Smiling to herself in a mirror, Rose was dressed in black laced dress and red heels with her hair pinned in a vintage hair style. It was another night like any other for her. The lights flickered on after hitting the switch showing rows of beverages were lined against the wall while an industrial espresso and coffee maker were sitting upon the counter underneath shelves. It was a dream come true that Rose had this shop, thanks to years of saving money to make it come true. During the hour, she got things together such as glasses, plates, bowls, coffee and tea cups as well as other utensils she would use throughout the night. Doing last minute checks on the cafe, Rose unlocked the door before turning the sign from closed to open.