The bright warm light illuminating the pastries welcome you as you step out of the lift from the car park. You look away and quickly rush into the other lift to the office.
You walk down at lunch to the lobby and the aroma of roasted coffee wafts towards you and lightly tickles your senses. Your stomach growls. You rush into the lift to get to the car park.
After lunch, you head back to the office. The light attracts you, the smell draws you closer. It's like it's slowly sucking you in. With every bit of restraint, you tear your eyes away and hide in the lift, refusing to breath in the invitation.
Yes, okay, i could not resist. I bought a late at San Fran when i arrived at work. And I'm still drinking it now!