i spend my days nestled in books, surrounded by stories. since it was summer break, it's not like i had anything else to do.

i was at the coffee place again, reading while enjoying a freshly brewed mocha. that's when he sat in the seat across from me. 

i looked up at him, then looked around. the shop wasn't busy. open seats at empty tables lay bear before him, yet he chose this seat across from me in the corner of the shop. 

why?