You step into the cafe and are suddenly in your childhood home. The Manager is sitting in the front room along with many of the normal patrons.
Thinking that there must be some mistake, you step outside. It's the cafe as it normally appears. But inside it's a version of your home from long ago.
"Hello, Traveler!" The Manager says, beaming. "No, there's no mistake. Today the cafe has decided to take this form. I suspected it had to do with you."
You ask him why the cafe chose to take this form, somehow not utterly surprised by the cafe being able to make decisions.
"I'm not sure. The cafe and I communicate, but much like a pet and an owner. I'd say this is the equivalent of wagging its tail just for you. A real honor."
You smile nodding and, though it feels odd, you thank the cafe. The lights blink on and off twice.
"I think that's a 'you're welcome'," The Manager says as he looks at the ceiling and pats a wall.
