The emptiness was nice. That's not how it was when he first came to campus. As a freshmen the hum and buzz of the 

cafe

got him high. The more people the better. Conversations. Laptos. Readers. People just staring out into the window.

Now he was sick of the cafe always being crammed. Not being able to find a table. He also noticed more the baristas who would be stressed. Too much foot traffic. Long lines. Having to scream out orders and names. Yes by now he was sick of the cafe but he hadn't found anyplace better to hang out so he still came for a coffee.

During holiday break though there was hardly anyone around. He had been caught off guard, because although now that he was here it was obvious that there'd be few people still in town, he hadn't come to the cafe expecting it to be empty.

The barista was one of the regulars who always worked here even during the busy time. He looked calm and they even got to exchange some words. He sat down with the mocha and 

The Idiot

. During his walk to the cafe he had imagined reading many chapters of this book. Basically pouring eight full hours into it that day. But now that he was in this empty cafe basically all to himself he wanted to just stare out the window and think.