The other day I walked from the gallery I work at to lunch. I saw the attractive girl walking up. She was smoking a cigarette. I didn't look at her at first deliberately. Then we looked at eachother. Then we looked away quickly.
The tile mosaic floor spread out before me, it seemed like it was going on forever. In a few hours this place would lose its relaxing charm and become a mecca of youthful activity. During the day though it is calm and little frequented. We always sit against a wall, in a fake corner. I wasted entire days just talking.