Chris
“Sir, are you okay?” Mark asked anxiously.
“Umm, yes.”
“You don’t look well. I’ll take you home now.”
I heard him start the car engine. I immediately opened my eyes and held them open. “Mark, take me to the cafe instead. We can have lunch there. A late lunch.” Mark nodded, then drove me to the cafe I had been frequenting for years.
I had a special seat at the cafe, in the room's corner, far away from the other customers. To the left of the table was a large window that looked directly into the backyard. To the right of the table was a large bookshelf. I usually read some of the book collection there while enjoying a cup of coffee and a piece of cake.
When we arrived, the cafe was quite crowded. Almost all customers took the seats. Mark and I looked around the room, trying to f
