Sam Barley sat lazily, throbbing back and forth against the mesh net of his mid-tier office chair, thinking about one thing: the only thing guys in their mid 20s employed at a 9 to 5 thought of at this time of day. He rubbed his belly. lunch .

He wondered whether...

In the back of the cafe there is a space that has been my favorite place to write.

Only thing is that it is hardly ever open. Still the cafe is my favorite haunt. I'll go there for a cup of coffee and sit around sipping it in the thick, white...