He confidently enters the cafe. The dozen or so people sitting inside do not look up from their assorted pastries and drinks. All of the decor gives one an uncomfortable feeling, like stepping into a stranger’s home. No one says anything, he only hears chewing, lips smacking, plates and silverware and cups clanking, coffee slowly brewing in the kitchen. He stans at the counter staring at the menu but not reading anything. No one asks to take his order, in fact there is not a single employee behind the counter. He turns to face the diners and says, “Boy, everything here looks so delicious.”
No one looks up.
“How am I supposed to choose? Anyone have a
recommendation for me?” he asks.
No response.
“Fine. I’ll just have a cup of coffee. Plain old regular coffee,
straight up. That sounds perfect.”
Nothing.
“This place got a bathroom?”
A patron points to the left.
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