Just so happened that half an hour after reading today’s Weekly Writing Challenge I was meeting two of my children at a local cafe so obviously I took in the surroundings…
Some photos from the walk there
The guy at the closest table to us was devouring the newspaper like nothing mattered more. It’s a thing people do when they’re alone in a coffee shop. I’ve done it – makes you look so busy, preoccupied, not worried about being alone at all. Apart from our table though every table had just one person at it. Strange experience – no talking in the café.
It’s not the sort of café I feel comfortable in. My daughter had the day off work and she picked it. I could feel the beginning of a panic attack but was determined not to show it. It’s sort of a cross between posh and hip if that makes sense? Posh pretending to be hip? Minimalist. Black walls, concrete unfinished floor, dark wood. A shelf of bread.
The barista is one of the tallest men I’ve seen. There’s three wires hanging from the ceiling. Long tubes attached and the take away coffee cups are stored there. He doesn’t have to reach much to pull one out, in fact the bottom ones are lower than his eyeline. The only sound is the hum from our table, nothing moving in the clean lines of the restaurant but the tubes, the wires, are swaying oh so gently.
A husky looks in while it’s owner waits for an order and three children laugh as they walk by with balloons. The guy at the closest table takes a call on his phone and rushes to the counter to grab a paper serviette and borrow a pen to document someone’s words for him.
Not my kind of coffee shop – I had a mineral water.
More photos on the walk home