Being seated in the far corner of the little cafe, I only noticed that the lights are dim and secretive—muted neutrals, soft orange glows and wood panels swim around me. Along the walls hang a few Halloween garlands and wreaths, neatly strung. The entire shop is almost empty, I and the seemingly patron student, three tables away from me are only here.
It was probably because it's a little bit late. The only sound is the jazz-reggae of Matishayu's never-ending 'One Day' playing quietly from some indistinct source like from a car radio far away, and the tinkle of cups and plates behind the counter where tall coffee machines and all kinds of laboratory tubes and gadgets stand.
I then started to wonder what's the other student doing here? Probably sipping their coffee? Reading? I would never knew unless I ask. My mind was suddenly filled with the aroma of coffee beans, but it's quite different as to brushed my thoughts aside. It seemed to strengthened my awareness.
Being aware is an intriguing experience that first begins as a small breeze at the base of my neck. There'll be a minute whisper and a gentle, even pressure, like if a child is to push against my back with all of my might. I drew my gaze leeward, noticing the small air conditioner was actually directed to me, three tables away.
It was eccentric. Could it be that student planned it? As delusional as I may seem, I visualized what could had happened within my mind. Such schemes and hasty plans are the images that overwhelmed me. This must've be a prank. I sighed, moving sideward and stood up from my table.
It needs to be done. I must know. I raked my eyes towards the student, peerlessly walking like a model towards her/him. My tracks were put into a stopped, a row of pearly white teeth was exposed as I casually waved my hand. "Hello!" I greeted. "Can I ask you a question?" I grinned, anticipating for an answer.
