One
He sat by the only window.
The waitress had just brought him his order - a sausage and egg roll. The cup of cappuccino on the table was already half-empty and still he got no closer to completing the novel he was trying to read. This cloudy morning, G is distracted. He would read a paragraph. Pause. Stare at the words, floating in front of him. Mentally telling himself to snap out of this. Pause. Stare blankly at the book again. Only this time, the words have ceased to function. They are merely ink on paper. Patterned ink.
Let's try again.
He picks up the cappuccino. He finishes the roll before the cappuccino. The sausage before the eggs. The bread before the sausage. He closes the book; the main agenda was breakfast. The novel was only a distraction. A distraction from idling, from staring into space around him. He cleans up the table, somewhat instinctively, and walked out, which until a moment ago, was separated from him by a glass window.
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He sat by the only window.
The waitress had just brought him his order - a sausage and egg roll. The cup of cappuccino on the table was already half-empty and still he got no closer to completing the novel he was trying to read. This cloudy morning, G is distracted. He would read a paragraph. Pause. Stare at the words, floating in front of him. Mentally telling himself to snap out of this. Pause. Stare blankly at the book again. Only this time, the words have ceased to function. They are merely ink on paper. Patterned ink.
Let's try again.
He picks up the cappuccino. He finishes the roll before the cappuccino. The sausage before the eggs. The bread before the sausage. He closes the book; the main agenda was breakfast. The novel was only a distraction. A distraction from idling, from staring into space around him. He cleans up the table, somewhat instinctively, and walked out, which until a moment ago, was separated from him by a glass window.
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