After being sick for so many days, I finally felt well enough to venture out for an evening of writing and people watching. Sitting in the front area near the window looking out on to the sidewalk, I perched myself in a purple velvet chair, a hot mug of steaming coffee on the side table and a warm chocolate chip cookie nestled in the palm of my hand.
Writing and relaxing for just over an hour, the owner came over and asked how long I intended to stay. Those were his exact words. Immediately feeling defensive, I replied with "Until I'm done being here".
Needless to say, I was not so kindly told that the coffee shop becomes a wine bar after 9pm on the weekends and that if I wasn't planning to drink wine, I was encouraged to return to write during the earlier hours.
Tucking my items in to my bag, I walked out, but not until after finishing what I was writing. To make a point, I wrote slowly, about another half hour...
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