Sitting in the downtown cafe, menu drawn on a chalkboard, 250 for a tall black, change out and on the counter – SLAP, just enough. I survey the room and discover that there’s very few seats. I’m convinced that cafes are purposely made small so that even when sparsely populated the look full and I guess that’s not much of a revelation, it’s kind of obvious now that I think of it. A trio of after work sippers over there, suits and skirts, tall iced drinks, phone holsters, patent shoes.