The hustle and bustle of career driven women and men zoom around me. Always in a hurry to be somewhere, soft jazz sets a relaxing background in the midst of all the chaos. This little cafe I've decided to sit in, drink my tea in, and write to you in is not significant in any way to most. It's just another place people run in and out of all day grabbing a coffee, or tea in my case, maybe a sandwich or croissant on the way out the door. I don't run in and run out though like the rest of them, I sit and relax. I observe all of these people going to and from some important task to another. Sometimes one person just happens to bump into another, and on rare occassion fate comes forward and the two exchange numbers and actually take the time to slow down to talk to each other. In a few months I may see rings on both their finger and their very happy, embracing each other and whispering sweet nothings to each other tucked away in a tiny booth in the back corner. Other times perhaps I'll see them fighting with each other on the way in and trying to see who can get to the counter first so they can leave the uncomfortable company they now find themselves in.
If you sit and watch you will see just about every personality come in and go out of the cafe. Everything from a young perky career woman, to an upper class house wife with three kids. They all come into contact with each other in this little building.
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