Mariha and I drive hurriedly toward the small caffe on Stone Avenue in Tucson. It's getting late and we'd been running around taking care of all the last minute preparations. We park at the end of the lot so as to allow more parking space for our customers.
We enter the door, quickly walk through the kitchen toward the office and hang our coats.
We immediately turn on the coffee machine, espresso maker, and grinders. We set up the table on the patio, turn on the open sign, unload the groceries from the truck, and prep food in anticipation of customers. It is 4:30 PM and the Black Rose Caffe opens its doors for the very first time.
We anxiously await our first customer for a seemingly endless amount of time. but after only a few minutes the first of our customers arrived. We head to the counter and smile.
"Welcome to the Black Rose Caffe."