It’s all about waiting.
So that’s where I come in.
A need to break the monotony. And a quick bite.
They come to me; the aspiring, the ambitious, the smart and the successful. For, invariably, there is a delay and their best laid plans are thwarted.
I take their orders and execute them in silent efficiency.
Newspapers are whipped out. Screens light up and they are lost to the world.
From the corner of my eye, I make note. The regulars. The daily travelers. The once-a-weekers. More than that, I can’t be bothered.
The married, on clandestine escapades, betrayed by hands rendered bare, base of fingers decorated by rings of pale skin, in place of metal twisted off, in furtive haste.
The eyes give them away first.
Nothing much escapes me.
I pick up a card and read the name.
I’ve always kept my eyes and ears open and my mouth shut.
Wait and watch, I’ve been told, and things will come to you.
Thank you Dawn Miller for the photo prompt.