The guy with the green apron wandered around the coffee shop, wondered about his paycheck, and the Canadian cyclist opened itunes, and that was sweet, incomplete. The background music was nice and jazzy. And the coffee was good, I drank again and I saw a women with a pony-tail sitting next to the Canadian, and she looked like a flight attendant, then a really short man approached the guy with the green apron and asked for a caramel mocchiato, and the employee kept thinking about his paycheck, at the same time, a policeman with a horrible hangover came out of the restroom and left without buying anything, minuets later, he came back again and went inside the restroom,… again. And the Canadian played with his red long hair and beard. 30 seconds after, the policeman came out again and the Canadian stood up, showing a Québec patch in his shorts.

[ Mrs. K i t e ]