sea-glass espresso
dark crema, pearl foam, a pinch of tide salt
바다 아래 작은 밤 카페
A bell rings above the moonlit tide. Below it, a warm cup waits behind blue glass.
Push the mother-of-pearl handle and the water turns to hush: driftwood menus, scallop saucers, and a little blue-ink stamp at the threshold.
chalkboard current
The barista writes specials on a tide chart while tiny fish carry receipts past the window.
Settle into a scallop booth. The table glows amber, sugar pearls roll softly in a dish, and foam drawings drift into kelp.
receipt no. 05
The last cup rests beside coral stools and a lamp made of jellyfish light. Above, your receipt floats upward like a small white fish.
ring the surface bell