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There are two.
They do not look like a couple.
He is dressed casually; white cotton shirt
and blue jeans. He is clean-shaven, handsome; his eyes sparkle as he leans
through the window and says hello.
He does not look like a cook.
She is dressed casually smart; an orange floral print dress, tight around the
waist so you can see her curves and she is wearing wedges that give her height.
She too is smiling.
But she is also laughing.
She does not look like a waitress.
There are three tables on the pavement and
a fourth at one end on the other side of the entrance.
On this table there are coloured pencils
and a pile of paper, some coloured.
At this table a young boy sits. Sometimes
he colours, sometimes he goes across the street and pulls faces, his fingers stretching
the corners of his mouth.
He does not look like a customer.
Probably isn’t.
Inside there is another table, as big as
the room in which it stands but this table is empty.
On the wall there is a framed picture, a
person sitting playing the cello.
The picture is abstract, formed with simple
paint strokes and torn pieces of newspaper.
This place does not look like a restaurant.
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