I'm wondering who will come to the this month's Final Friday, as I walk back inside. It's a quiet day, even though there's a lot of customers. Most of them are regulars, the quiet type who stick to their laptops and books. Not a single conversation going on. No first dates or old lovebirds rekindling and definitely no old friends getting back together to pick it up like they had only last spoken yesterday.
Quiet day. Sometimes I need them. Today, maybe I did. I guess it wouldn't matter in the end, because if it there was a conversation to
eavesdrop
on then I'd listen to that, but since there isn't, I'm just thinking about next Friday. Feels far away.
I feel kind of simple and stupid for hosting these events. I mean who wants to spend Friday evenings at a cafe out in the middle of nowhere? I know I didn't back in high school. But now look at me. It's the thing I'm most looking forward to. Who knew 23 would be like this? I didn't.
You need to team up with a photographer who takes pictures of cafes, you provide the paragraphs and snippets, and together you create a Cozy Cafes coffee table book.
I'd wanna do