Beijing wiped her hands on her apron and backed up against the front door, admiring the design of the main room. It had taken years for her to even begin to dent the idea of a café and bring it to fruition. But it had finally been done.
The top half of the walls were a dark-ish shade of red, with a repeating pattern painted in gold color. The bottom was paneled, whitewashed wood. A few paintings adorned the walls, one or two bamboo plants by the corners. A few tables were set around the room, some near the wall, and some by the window. They were lacquered, dark brown. The top of the table had a sort of painting set in the middle, covered by the lacquer. It depicted many things--mountains, people, and daily living.
She allowed herself a few more seconds to admire the work before finding other things to do. Starting with the bar.
She stepped over the incline up, and pushed the swing door open. The area behind the counter had wooden shelves stocked with glasses, and the bottom cabinets held the liquor. But the counter was smooth onyx, a contrast. She pulled a chair and stood on it, carefully pulling open the door on one of the oriental rectangle lanterns and twisting the lightbulb tighter.
She stared at the red seats in front of the bar. Pretty soon, people would be coming in.
[[http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/viselchak/viselchak1010/viselchak101000004/8236989-gold-frame-on-a-vintage-red-wall-background.jpg this is the top part of the wall]]
