To a coffe shop

Jake left the store after he had dressed himself. Looking around on the bussy square, he soon found what he was looking for: the lit window of a shop with the words 'internet & cafe' written over it. "That has got to be close enough." he thought to himself, so he entered.

As he steped in, the aroma of cheap coffe hit his nose. The shop consisted of a counter, where hot drinks and some snacks were served, as well as a multitude of boothes with computers in them. Jake turned to the woman at the counter. She had black hair, and skin so pale that one might think that she hadn't seen the sunlight in ages. Her voluptous breasts and thick hips were covered by nothing but the black apron with the logo of the coffe shop inprinted above the chest. "Good evening! Need something?" she asked Jake. "Uhm, yes actually. I was wondering if you had a pin board of sort? I'm looking for a job and a place to stay." he responded, a bit startled. "Sure, right next to you." she answered, obviously amused. Jake felt like an idiot. The pin board, covered in sheets of paper with offers and requests was right in front of him. It was set up to be the first thing to see when entering the shop. "T-thanks." he said, embarrassed.

He started reading through the countles offers of comunes, single room apartements, and jbs of all kinds as well as requests for certain services. After a while, he had selected a few that seemed interesting.