Early this morning at Panera's I sat alone in "my" room in the over-stuffed chair by the fireplace, listening to classical background music, drinking coffee and reading the paper, when a well-dressed woman in her fifties sat down in the booth nearby, taking items out of her book bag to set up her space: three books stacked to her right, a computer tablet at the back, an old leather bound book to her left and an open journal and pen in front. When everything was in its proper place, she began gazing into the distance, stopping occasionally to jot down her thoughts in her journal.
After a while she left the room to return with a breakfast sandwich and a tall coffee.
I went back to reading the paper, when out of the silence came an ineloquent, "SHIT!" Her tall coffee cup was turned on its side. She didn't need my offer of help and cleaned up the mess, as I returned to my world.
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