This might be my new favourite thing ever.
tear out the pages.
This might be my new favourite thing ever.
There’s a small coffee shop which I pass most days on my way to and from work. It looks quite nice and, more importantly, it’s not affiliated to any of the larger chains. When my shifts are early, I often see someone waiting outside for a co-worker to show up with the keys, and if I’m passing slightly later, there can already be two old gents sat outside, passing the time of day. I’ve never been in, but it’s been on my to-do list for a while.
Last night, when I was walking home from work, the shop was closed but the lights were still on. This isn’t unusual for the time of day. There were two employees left in the shop – a man in a shirt and a girl in a summer dress. The man had one arm around the girl’s waist and was counting out the beat with the other. They turned on four and clasped hands. It only took a second to realise that he was teaching her to dance. I don’t know why this was, I don’t know why there, but it was like something from a bad American movie.
All I know is, just like a bad American romance, there was something feel-good about the scene. I walked the rest of the way home smiling.