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Post by anywase on Oct 4, 2010 20:42:20 GMT -5
At precisely 10 am, Vincent walked into the coffee shop, like he usually had done for the last few weeks. He went to one of the tables in the back, directly next to a big open window from where the busy avenue outside could be seen. It was this charming little coffee place he had discovered in his first week at the new office, a few days after he had moved to town and he really liked it. It wasn't pricey, the coffee was great and the place was usually very quiet, despite being located near several commercial buildings, including the one where Vincent was working now, so he would normally spend his breaks there, if he could afford the time. It seemed to be rather empty this morning, which pleased him. Besides him, the only other four costumers were two elderly gentleman discussing the news from the newspaper one of them had in his hands and a girl about Vincent's age, distracted on her cellphone.
He quickly looked away from the other people and took a seat. Not too long after that, the only waitress in the place approached his table and asked if he would have his usual, to which Vincent replied with a silent nod. When she walked away, he rested both of his elbows on the table and his head against his hands, rubbing his eyelids slowly, and relaxed, feeling the cool morning breeze on his face. It had been a rather cold and windy morning, with gray skies that indicated the possibility of rain. Vincent normally appreciated those days, since they weren't very common back in Florida, but not this one. The morning had been rough. He had just spent one hour in his office with a kid that had thrown two huge tantrums during the appointment. Kids, he thought, frowning and wondering how he had ended up working with children. He still had some adult patients, but most of them were children. And Vincent was very good at his job, which honestly puzzled him a little. He could never relate to other children when he was their age and he certainly wasn't better at it now, at least not outside his office.
Vincent barely noticed the waitress coming back with his order, a hot mocha with whipped cream. He raised his head and sat up straight, pulling his elbows back as she set the cup down on the table and smiled at him, before making a comment about the weather. Vince refrained from rolling his eyes at her and muttered a "thank you", still looking down at the table. He wasn't really in the mood for pleasantries or small talk. Not that he ever was in the mood for small talk. Vince couldn't really understand why people needed to talk incessantly for no particular reason. He treasured the silence. But he decided he wasn't going to let the crappy morning he'd had so far ruin the moment, as he raised the cup and took a sip of his coffee. This had quickly become a habit for him. Every morning, at 10, he would take a break, walk down to the same place, sit at the same table and silently enjoy a cup of mocha while watching the people in the street. If he was feeling adventurous enough, he'd even order a bagel. It was now part of his schedule, like a morning ritual. And rituals were very important to him. Vincent certainly had some free time, since he was still trying to round up clients. Setting up practice in a new city was never easy, so his schedule had been pretty open since he moved. Which he really didn't care for, but Vincent was glad that at least he had enough money saved to go through these months without having to worry. And he had moved to Cape May to look after his sister, which was a good reason to him. Drinking his coffee, he watched the people passing by outside, lost in his thoughts...
Vincent's outfit
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