As Sunday tradition dictates, I am sitting in a café. I have already finished my mocha, so I am just sitting, thinking, and people watching. There are groups of friends joking and laughing and generally making merry. The couple to my right sit across from one another, one on a laptop, the other pretending to read while actually studying her piece of cheesecake. They exchange occasional looks at one another, but really don't say anything. The pair to my right, wearing coordinated outfits (a little weird), read the newspaper and plink away at some important task on their mobile phones. They talk and make faces at each other, as if invisible to the world. It's kind of cute--err, well, it is, my use of the adjective cute notwithstanding.I wish I hadn't drank my coffee so fast. But it is hard to drink slowly without the necessary and beautiful interruption of conversation. So I fill my ears with music and think, with intermittent bursts of typing.
I love cafés, but coffee for one is too strong, too bitter.
