This is unequivocally the wrong venue.

I never really get to feel the moment I’m in.

I can't tell if I'm just a total curmudgeon or if social etiquette really has declined this much.

I want to show you something.

I shouldn't have been there.

In a weird way, I feel like I'm losing a friend.

I catch sight of one of the art pieces hanging on the wall across from me and freeze.

I told myself I was just going for a walk.

I'm still blown away by Steinbeck's East Of Eden and I'm not done with it yet, either.

At least it's a different coffee shop, right?

Now that it's here, it sort of just feels like any other day.

"Just the coffee?"