Hindsight

cappuccino on table

“What can I get you to drink this morning?”  She was tall and thin with mid-length hair pulled back tight against her head to form a small pony tail in the back.  A few strands pulled free from the bonds of the rubber band to fall across her forehead and threaten her eyes.

“Just a cappuccino please,” I replied.  “Oh, and a water.  That should do me for this morning.”  She disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone with a view of the street beyond my red cloth covered table.

The restaurant, more of a cafe really, was small with a dining room, deck, and a pastry case boasting all sorts of Italian sweets.  I gave them a good inspection upon arrival. Continue reading “Hindsight”