Mocha Directions

The Scene
Cars do a screeching halt here and polished skin and chiseled bodies accessorized in brand names step out in self-adoring gait. You are ushered into a smoky room by a Moroccan waiter... he?s paid to serve that way. Yank out that cap and skirt-like apron, and you'll have your average Hyderabadi who goes to Central Mall for window-shopping.

The room is dimly lit, and with the nebula of smoke idling the rooms and near junkie looking populace, you almost mistake it to be a lounge bar. Your author did, and hastily stepped out to check the board outside... it reads, "Mocha....