the Belgian Beer Cafe. A haven Sara and her friends had discovered a few weeks ago. Stepping inside was like entering a portal to a different time and place. Warm, inviting wood interiors adorned with vintage posters whispered of old-world charm. The air buzzed with a comfortable murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses. Sara found their usual corner table, already occupied by Henry, the ever-enthusiastic tech whiz, and Layla, the witty architect. As they exchanged greetings and sank into the plush chairs, the weight of the day seemed to melt away. Henry, ever the beer connoisseur, eagerly scanned the menu. “Four Leffe Blondes please!” he declared, his eyes gleaming. The Leffe arrived, a golden elixir crowned with a creamy head. The first sip brought a chorus of satisfied sighs – the perfect after-work antidote. As they delved into their favourite bar snacks – crispy fries and a selection of cured meats – Sara recounted the day’s client presentation. Layla, ever the pragmatist, offered insightful feedback, while Henry, the optimist, pointed out the silver linings. Their laughter echoed through the cafe, a testament to the camaraderie they shared. A group of businessmen at a nearby table, initially engrossed in their conversation, started glancing their way, drawn in by the infectious energy. Soon, a friendly banter ensued, exchanging stories and recommendations for upcoming projects. The Belgian Beer Cafe, it seemed, wasn’t just about the drinks, but about fostering connections. As the clock struck eight, signalling the end of Happy Hour, a pang of disappointment flickered across the table. But the lingering warmth of the shared experience, the camaraderie, and the delicious Belgian brews left them feeling content and rejuvenated. Stepping back out into the Dubai night, they carried a renewed sense of purpose, ready to tackle the challenges that lay ahead. Tonight’s destination: