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A Mom and Pop cafe in a small town community. Empty but for seven regulars being pulled closer and closer to the front window. Various town gossip filters about the shop, blending with each other into its own harmony line.
A city kid, looking awkward in his apron, restlessly wipes down every sqaure inch of counter, every nook and cranny of every machine, lifting up ever display to clean underneath.
To the patrons this seems odd, but there is no change save only minor dischord in their harmony, continuing uninterrupted.
The cafe owner, an aging willow, leans, arm rested on the espresso maker. He watches on with an owl's gaze, cool, attentive.
The city kid comes to clean the espresso maker, but the cafe owner's arm lays like a fell forest tree on top of the machine.
Owner: You better learn to slow down, kid.
Kid: I just like to keep the place tidy.
Owner: As do I, and you're doing a mighty fine job of it, but it all doesn't have to be done right now. Sit down, grab a coffee, relax.
Kid: This is just how I work.
Owner: Then don't let me stop you.
The cafe owner's arm raises the bridge so the city kid can continue.
A city kid, looking awkward in his apron, restlessly wipes down every sqaure inch of counter, every nook and cranny of every machine, lifting up ever display to clean underneath.
To the patrons this seems odd, but there is no change save only minor dischord in their harmony, continuing uninterrupted.
The cafe owner, an aging willow, leans, arm rested on the espresso maker. He watches on with an owl's gaze, cool, attentive.
The city kid comes to clean the espresso maker, but the cafe owner's arm lays like a fell forest tree on top of the machine.
Owner: You better learn to slow down, kid.
Kid: I just like to keep the place tidy.
Owner: As do I, and you're doing a mighty fine job of it, but it all doesn't have to be done right now. Sit down, grab a coffee, relax.
Kid: This is just how I work.
Owner: Then don't let me stop you.
The cafe owner's arm raises the bridge so the city kid can continue.