The woman approached the café, determined to make her feelings known. She stopped and eyed a young man seated alone at an outdoor table; the blackboard reading:
She walked away. Was she the only one harbouring this pain? Were there others? How could this even be happening?
No, no, this couldn’t continue. She turned and headed straight back to the café.
The young man had gone. It was now or never. She whipped some tissue paper from her pocket and wiped the board clean. In chalk, she simply wrote—COFFEE.