I am sitting in Ole man's cake & coffee café. I love this café because of the aromatic coffee beans in the air, café vibes, calmness, and relaxation with absolutely no place to have to be and feeling as if time is standing still.
The interiors are cool tones with natural lighting. It has a warm & inviting atmosphere with comfortable sitting.
I have chosen to sit in a corner at a table for two. But I am here all by myself. I love to sit here with the glass window to my left. I am Kiara, a writer. I love sitting here writing, sipping coffee with choco chip cupcakes. My passion makes me lonely though it's a different kind of lonely. The loneliness that one craves. The silence gifted by the loneliness touches my soul. Sometimes I need space, at other times I do need to distract myself from my writing.
At such times, I visit ole man's café. Here I come to get distracted by humans.
Humans have a tendency to talk, talk and talk. Some or the other conversation has to come up. Some come in pairs, others in a family of four. I love to observe them. I see things. I create here, characters for my writings.
I avoid coming here on weekends. It is crowdy and the waiter keeps on pestering me asking me to order, hinting I vacate my seat for other customers. I never bother about his rudeness. It's part of his job to vacate the seats for the waiting customers.
It is afternoon, 3pm, Monday. As my thoughts idly pass, I see the waiter come over to my table and asks for my order.
"Cappuccino and 2 choco chip cupcakes." I say and he leaves, thinking; "of course! I know, always the same order." I usually place the same order. I don't like changes in many things like place, seat, food, work. I love my comfort zone. It keeps me sane. I look at the dull day with weary eyes. I haven't as yet seen any interesting personality that will catch my attention. I adjust my hair flick. It keeps on falling over my eyes. It's a habit I have when I am queasy due to boredom. I shift from sight to my other sense, smell...aah! How I love the aroma of Cappuccino coffee topped with foamed milk!
I close my eyes and focus on sounds. I hear the buzzing whispers of the customers, the whirring of the fans, the busy feet of the waiters, the clanking of spoons. As I open my closed lids, I see a few feet away from my table is this tall guy. He is looking for a table. All the tables for two are occupied and he doesn't seem to be interested in sitting at a table for four. He looks at my seat and walks towards my table & joins me. Now, this is something I detest from the bottom of my heart. I hate company and I make sure that he understands it very well. I can be quite transparent with my emotions when I want to.
He tries his level best to meet my eyes & pass a smile however, me being me, I look away giving him Kiara's royal ignore.
My thoughts shift to all men in general. "Poor men" I say to myself, "they try their level best to impress a woman who is sitting alone in a café. The men folk are so used to the domestic women, who are at home in the kitchen, cooking delicacies for the family, the women doing laundry.
The moment, these men set eyes on a woman in a café all by herself, not waiting for someone. They
can't imagine what's she doing here all by herself.
The very thought eats them up. Men are men!
They can be disgusting all throughout their lives, men have concentrated all their experimental energy on how to date a woman. Tsk, I can't deal with such men."
I keep on shuffling my thoughts like one is shuffling away playing cards and all 4 aces are served and are up, right in front of...