First Interstate Organization

On the way to the airport, there is a coffee shop. My mother likes it there so every time we fetch or send off someone to the airport, we make it a point to stop by. This particular coffee shop is located near an old church. When my mom goes inside, I take a sneak peek at the church’s altar. It never fails to awe me. My mom on the other hand would drink coffee made from the shop’s moka coffee maker while we eat other delicacies available. The funny thing is, the waitress already knows all our names because we are frequent customers.