If we were having coffee, I’d be drinking a green tea, or something low-caffeine. I’ve managed to acquire a new headache which is sapping my desire for a proper coffee.
It’d be a quick catch-up in a tiny cafe, an industrial-chic type of place. This is the sort of place with hard concrete flooring and blackboarding walls, a big corkboard for customers’ notes on one side. There’s an old-style radio on the countertop and a mini ice-cream bar for affogato.
The corkboard is full, but I’m taking a pen and paper to stick a haiku up there.
We’d take our to-go cups – there’s only two seats here, which happen to be the only real jolt of colour – and wander the street. It’s a clear sunny day: blue skies abound, and we chat about general things. Today, we don’t have a set topic of discussion, which we sometimes have in place.