The coffee was disgusting and expensive. Moreover, he needed to use headphones to concentrate on something else than the shouts of certain clients. However, if he took time to drink it, it wasn´t because each sip turned out to be a stabbing pain in his stomach. It was his time to make contact with life´s meaning.
He had talked for a while with the waiters just to be polite. He knew some clients but avoid any kind of conversation. Even the impersonality, once monthly he felt the responsibility to spend an evening there and see the world go by: someone arrived, sat down and played as if didn´t know it table mate; there were businessmen, serious but enough humans to sympathize with a poor client; he loved the grandparents and their grandchildren, telling off and allowing them at the same time; he was impressed with the young people capability to continue talking by the mobile when that person was in front of them; he ignored the lonely people like him, different stories he denied to know because each one deserve a quiet time; some families went away while others appeared ready to get him involved into their lives.
The good mood came back to his body and all his problems found a solution in a natural way. He went outside renovated, yes, but it seemed he was avoiding her own happy end. It was difficult to leave and was determined to continue with his routine: do as if life was in its place and didn´t feel impacted by that. He started to be tired of that situation. But he only knew to see happiness in other´s lives. Sometimes that was enough.
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