The corner place in the cafe, with couple of comfortable sofa, a small centre table, in a relative silent corner, was the so frequent hot seat. The floor below the sofas, did indicate, by its extra thinness, the location of the hot seat. As usual, in that seat, today sat a young man, immaculately dressed, fidgety, looking at the watch, mobile, hands, folder, tie, shoes, back to the watch. The head constantly looking towards, the entrance. Time passes, irritation grows, patience a virtue lacking. A coffee was placed in front of him.
Outside, the window, smoking, stands a person, observing the traits of the young man. He finishes one, moves towards the door, when he thinks something and moves back to light another one.
On the hot seat, the aroma of the coffee having a calming effect, the man orders a doughnut, relaxes, stretches his legs, takes a deep breath and sits, back.
Outside, the second stub, going into the bin, he marches into the cafe, towards the man, with a warm welcome.
They settle down, to the normal routine, the animated conversation, the provocations been thrown, the metal being tested. The responses sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes doubtful, some bringing a smile, some a frown.The coffee neglected, by him, the doughnut half eaten. begging his attention, but alas, his mind far off, into the thoughts to outfox the hot seat. Being far off in the other corner, the case to me looked to be a fifty fifty.
The question to my mind, that came was? Will this young man, prove is mettle and stride out with a strong stride?
Or will he trudge out, for coming back another day? For another coffee, a another try at the hot seat?
Outside, the window, smoking, stands a person, observing the traits of the young man. He finishes one, moves towards the door, when he thinks something and moves back to light another one.
On the hot seat, the aroma of the coffee having a calming effect, the man orders a doughnut, relaxes, stretches his legs, takes a deep breath and sits, back.
Outside, the second stub, going into the bin, he marches into the cafe, towards the man, with a warm welcome.
They settle down, to the normal routine, the animated conversation, the provocations been thrown, the metal being tested. The responses sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes doubtful, some bringing a smile, some a frown.The coffee neglected, by him, the doughnut half eaten. begging his attention, but alas, his mind far off, into the thoughts to outfox the hot seat. Being far off in the other corner, the case to me looked to be a fifty fifty.
The question to my mind, that came was? Will this young man, prove is mettle and stride out with a strong stride?
Or will he trudge out, for coming back another day? For another coffee, a another try at the hot seat?
