coffee time

I dreamt that I was going to get some coffee and read a book. I was sitting in my car and noticed that a friend of mine was in the building next door (FE). He was doing something with his music equipment maybe??  I didn't expect to see him and it kind of made me want to leave or hide for some reason. I looked in my rear view mirror of my car and put on some mascara... tried not to be obvious to him or passers by. I felt a little foolish. Then I went into the coffee place and sat and started reading. The interior was an older building with what seemed like raw wood that had been aged. A little brown, a little black and a little gray with possibly even some white that had been pain that had been stripped. The floors and the walls were all of this wood and it gave it kind of a cozy and quaint feel, but artsy at the same time. I was the only one in there. My desire to avoid him turned into half anxiety and half excitement. Maybe I did want to see him. I noticed the counter person and realized I needed to get some coffee to be sitting there. She didn't mind.