Cafe Browsing

Middle aged, balding, thick glasses magnifying tired eyes, shirt crumpled and sweat stained from a hard says work. The sleeves of his pink shirt are rolled and his tie loosened. Upon entering the cafe I expected possible sleepless nights, perhaps an unhappy home life, only catalysed by his nine to five stuck in the office. However, instead of ordering a drink he makes a beeline for someone in the window seats. His partner is hidden by an advertisement standing erect inside the cafe and beside the billboard is a tiny baby. His face has transformed from that of stress and exhaustion to the animated face of a proud, loving and ecstatic new father. His smile cracks the evening shadow of stubble and stretches ear to ear while he rocks and holds the infant close, eyes asparkle.

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