Main Character Energy at the Kafana
She walked in like a shadow dipped in style head-to-toe black, oversized sunglasses, and an aura that screamed, “I’m the main character.” People at the kafana (a café-meets-tavern hangout) turned their heads, half-expecting dramatic background music to kick in.
Then her friends arrived. Not just any friends professional hype squad level. Within seconds, they whipped out their phones and started flashing their lights like paparazzi on overtime. “Yesss queen!” one shouted. Another yelled, “Work it!” as if the cracked pavement was Paris Fashion Week.
The girl didn’t miss a beat. She struck a pose, tilted her chin, and strutted past the tables with the elegance of someone about to order sparkling water like it’s champagne. Each flash made her sunglasses gleam brighter, each cheer fueled her inner supermodel.
Customers sipping coffee suddenly felt like extras in a glamorous music video. A waiter froze mid-tray delivery, unsure if he should serve drinks or ask for an autograph. Even a stray cat paused, clearly impressed.
