advice table
chattering, next table over, relationship advice.
society’s elders pass through occasionally carrying laptops and cell phones, but mostly struggling with the door, glaring at the younger patrons, mindlessly staring at their lover’s palms.
worker’s on break behind the advice table.
he stands up with his newspaper, sips his drink for the last time, rubs his beard.
he walks by my table and says hello, he recognizes me. he opens the door and a group of elders spills onto the sidewalk outside.
