Between each sip I stir.And when the cup is empty, I continue to stir and sip. Because my wallet is empty, and I’m not ready to move. The phone on the table continues to ring, and I ‘m just not here. There is no one here. Just keep sipping and stirring, the coffee tastes as good as when it was there.I seek out my reflection in the window.
‘Why am I not answering the phone? Why am I sitting here? Why does it matter to you?’
Other customers in the cafe are now looking my way. I lift my cup and awkwardly smile.
‘Just drinking my coffee.’