Tea for One

by Lara Endreszl

January in Vienna induces cafe dreaming.

My new chocolate-brown boots can’t compete with cobblestones. Three-inch, stiletto heeled, pointy-toed beauties, but my feet aren’t appreciating this walk. My eyes, however, love it. I am twenty-one and studying abroad for a month. I am drinking in this city. Before coming here, the only thing I