A little oasis occupied in a cafe that approaches capacity. Three opposite, two adjacent, a couple at the windows to the right. Six or seven more around the corner, out of view
Early twenties guy, has a slightly too-small zippered sweater, with head down and a two-handed hold on his phone the left relinquishes its grip for a minute to wipe across his face.
Late fifties man in a blue,zipped, baggy, sweat shirt and early-nineties hair gone grey. A phone too, but of a more palm-and-fingertip interaction with pursed lips and an occasional surveying of the room.
A quiet girl at my right leaves and four chatty middle-aged yoga ladies squeeze onto the table for two. They obliterate my concentration and I resort to a cocoon of headphone noise. Their too-strong perfume forms a veritable blue cloud and leaks into the taste of my tea.