5/5 NMR Q. 11 months ago on Google • 75 reviews
Animated
expressions
danced
across
their
faces,
each
person
with
a
story
of
their
own.
Coffee
forgotten,
he
sat
at
the
table
with
notebook
open,
pen
in
hand,
observing
the
diners.
His
fingers
drummed
lightly
on
a
novel,
the
dust
jacket
glossy
and
gleaming
in
its
freshly
minted
state.
An
elderly
man,
he
had
sparse
white
hair
which
sprouted
luxuriously
above
his
ears,
bushy
white
eyebrows,
and
a
prominent
nose
that
supported
a
small
pair
of
silver
framed
glasses.
He
was
dressed
in
comfortable,
if
somewhat-shabby
clothing
and
his
shoes
had
seen
better
days.
now
and
again
the
fingers
topped
and
his
eyebrows
drew
together.
!
galvanized
into
action,
he
wrote
rapidly
in
his
notebook,
his
lips
moving
in
sync.
He"d
fre#uently
glances
up
as
if
to
check
that
he"d
got
it
all,
then
turns
the
page
and
waits.
He
seemed
to
be
in
a
world
of
his
own,
and
yet
he
was
watching
the
world.
$
continued
to
lurk
in
the
shadows
watching
him
and
longed
to
know%&inally
he
rose,
collected
his
belongings,
pushed
the
chair
neatly
under
the
table,
and
shuffled
past
me,
unaware
of
my
presence.$
took
his
seat,
opened
my
notebook
and
started
to
write.
