Ding ding the bell hanging at the top of the door frame declares, as the man walks into the midtown cafe. The breath of the cafe welcomes him with its warm air, scented with hints of cinnamon and fresh pressed coffe. The atmoshepre is loud, vibrant and full of life. For someone coming into this coffe shop with an open mind it would be obvious that it here was so full of everything that it was close to bursting, exploding onto the streets outside. It was similiar to a bread dough thats been wrapped in plastic and has had too long to rise, and too much yeast. Although even with this said the cafe was not completetly full of people, and this man, not particulary searching for company, found a seat at the back end of the cafe. A comfortable orange, completely cushioned chair, overviewing the vibrant cafe. He took his jacket off and hung it on the chair, folded his scarf and left it on the table, before heading to the counter to order a coffe.

On the way back to his chair, coffe in hand and reciept in back pocket, a woman about his age almost bumped into him. She had suddenly taken a wild step backwards without looking, absorbed into the discussion as she was. The man who she was talking to had been sitting quietly on his chair, listening to her thought process intensly, and observing all the wild gestures she was making to get her point across. Luckily because of this he had noticed the man with cup in his hand, and the smoke still rising from it. He had been quick to yell out the womans name. “Tigra!”.

The man sat down, moved his scarf slightly and then raised his gaze towards the play taking place ahead of him. There was many young people there, and they were also the loudest. There was an old couple. The man wondered how they could enjoy themselfs in a place this loud, he could see they were barely talking to eachother. They were also sitting right next to one of the speakers, which he just thought was strange, who would want to sit there? Especially if you are old. The speakers were filling the room with hiphop music that was low and had a heavy bass tone to it. Working very well as a background noise and as a balance to the loud, high pitched talking of some of the younger people in the cafe.

The woman who had almost bumped into him now seem to have finished her grand argument, and was now standing quietly, almost saintly, waiting for the response from the man. He must have been trying to decide what to say, maybe he was scared to say the wrong thing, maybe she had been explaining something sensitive and important to her. The cafe continued its frenzy around the man and woman, somebody dropped a plate, a small dog started barking, the song that was playing changed into something more upbeat, somebody laughed loudly, a customer asked the cashier for the reciept. The world was undoubtly spinning around them. But they were both still, observing eachother, it looked like they were waiting for eachtoher. Surely there was love in the air, surely there had been sacrife…

He finished the last sip of his now, quite cold coffe. He tied the scarf neatly around his neck, stood up and lifted his jacket, left arm then right, buttoned it up, a subtle shurg of his shoulders to make sure everything was sitting snugly, he then buried his hands in his pockets and gave the cashier a nod on the way out. The ding of the bell disappeard as the door shut behind him.