A steamy cafe, thrown by the rush. Those cardboard brown cups – ‘Yes, take away’. Conversations began, interrupted by: ‘No, no sugar, thanks’, then resumed. Connections made. Assumptions cast aside, dispersed again for the umpteenth time.
The queue grew. We stepped aside. ‘A herbal tea please, if you have it?’ Two waitresses on a break, rolled their eyes heavenward; such ‘alternative’ demands – for a caff after all!