Your shirt was checked. I hate checked shirts I thought as I noticed you alone In the corner with a coffee.
You must have left whilst I was engrossed In Bryson's Europe. Sorry I didn't notice; Belgium is beautiful at this time of year. I was dancing through the starlight streets In a dress I never wear dresses.
A coffee later I am in Germany Bored. Not my scene. A boy rallies round on his scooter Indoors! You walk in. Again?!
Two coffees in one day You must be tired A briefcase - are you a worker Like me Kept away from December's festivities I catch your eye Awkward in these situations
You are sat opposite me Purpose? Bryson is touring Cologne. For once it sounds awful But the 60 minute mark draws near Though it rains outside I must leave you here in the warmth Back to a lonely work in the lonely rain.