As I looked up from the menu I was distracted by an elderly couple struggling to leave their seats. I espied our waitress, clutching our coffees, standing patiently behind the septuagenarians waiting for an opportune moment to get past them. She made a few tentative attempts but the elderly pair didn't sense her presence. The waitress threw me a smirk. Finally, the willowy coffee server reached our table. The couple were struggling with their coats. Suddenly, our peaceful ambiance was shattered by the sound of the old man's walking stick striking the stone slabs with great force. Danny jumped a mile and I nearly threw my coffee in the air. The old man's wife looked over in our direction and apologised on his behalf.
Danny asked the waitress which Nespresso pods she'd used for the coffees. She said she'd used the black ones. "ah, the risretto", said Danny. The waitress said she didn't know they were called that.
I fancied a scone, I had seen them on the way in and they looked home made. I ordered one.
The radio was on, Little Things by One Direction came on. Obviously Harry Styles was about to walk in; was what my daughter may have been thinking had she been with us. I didn't think that at all.
There was a man near the counter telling the staff that he remembered when this place first opened; that he sat outside because the weather was nice. He said he hadn't sat outside for ages because of the weather. This man took ages to leave the premises. Even Danny, Mr Patience Of The Year 2004, seemed slightly irritated by this man's attention seeking loitering. "Hasn't he been trying to leave for ages?" Finally the man left and we were the remaining customers.
Danny's final words to me before I got up and paid the bill were, "Harry Styles will have definitely been here, and he's probably had her". (The waitress).