As a self-confessed caffeine addict I am frequently found in my local coffee shop enjoying a “fix”.
Apart from the attraction of the caffeine, the scones, the carrot cake…I could go on and on… the other attraction is people watching.
Perhaps it is the writer or the romantic in me but I like to weave their story as I enjoy my coffee.
The two old white haired ladies sitting with cappuccinos and a scone – are they reminiscing about their youth? Saturday nights spent at “the dancing”?
The four men in shirts and ties – is this a business meeting? The start of a new corporate venture? The key moment in financial success or ruin?
Two young mothers wrestling with squirming toddlers – are they trying desperately to hold onto their sanity over their lattes as well as their children?
A young couple holding hands across the table- first date? Or is he trying to pluck up the courage to propose?
Another couple, perhaps in their thirties or forties, barely looking at each other over the espresso – is divorce on the cards? Is it empty nest syndrome?
Or the large table of teenage girls in the corner, silent because they are all texting on their phones – is this the representation of 21st Century coffee conversation?
Me sitting quietly at a small table with notebook and pen – what am I up to? What am I writing?
What if someone famous walked in and sat at the last empty table? Would you approach them for an autograph? Would you leave them in peace to enjoy their coffee and cake?
I’ve sat a few times writing in the coffee shop, medium Americano immediately to hand. Some poems, short stories and blog posts have sprung to life in this anonymous environment.
Was anyone watching? Who knows but next time you see me sitting there enjoying a “fix” remember I may be watching you!