It’s very quiet at the coffee shop but in a relaxed way. It is a Bank Holiday – an antiquated term in our connected world. The coffee shop has not been open for very long, it is a late opening day. The sun is beating down outside, it is a day of Frostinos and chilled drinks… so I have a Flat White – I am a writer and I have needs.
The newspapers are being read but no one is talking about the news. Bank Holiday Mondays, or at least the mornings, have a sort of hangover feel to them.
A few young lads are hanging around the barista station, along with one of the young female baristas. I am not a scientist, yet I think there might be causality with that correlation.
There is little loquacity though. Do I go for another Flat White or an Americano? I think I will take the black. I’m going to head to the beach, perhaps the conversation will be better there.