the thing i like about small town coffee shops is the quiet.

there's a certain peace hanging in the air, above all the murmurs of the employees, muffling the whir of the coffee machine. the peace comforts me, wraps me in a blanket of tranquility. 

maybe that's why i'm always at the coffee shop on the corner of main street. maybe that's why it was so odd to see him there, because i've never seen him before.