Slow Country

As my friend and I enter the cafe, we notice the lack of patrons. Country music is droning on in the background, almost a slow and boring ambience. And the few patrons that are there, seem to make the ambience all the more bland.

The servers behind the counter are cleaning up a bit, stocking up their plastic cups and wiping off counters, mumbling at each other here and there.

A girl in a white lace cardigan, about the age of 19 is waiting by the counter. Soon one of the servers calls out her order, she swiftly grabs her drink, and makes her way to a nearby table, she sits down and begins sipping on her drink and scrolling through her phone.

A man about of about 30 years old, is wearing a grey shirt. He has a full thick beard and is typing on his laptop. I'm assuming a paper for a class or an email?

I look at the workers behind the counter again, they begin talking aloud to one another, not sure about what, but they seem to be in good humor. They laugh and nod and carry on with their work as they talk and socialize a bit with one another.

An older man with a blue shirt walks in with his sunglasses still on his face, he is talking into a bluetooth. He stands in line and waits for his turn. Soon enough it is his turn to order. He reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his wallet. I can't help but notice that he still has his sunglasses on his face.

A gentleman with an evergreen polo shirt and grey cargo shorts is sitting solemnly in the corner, he looks to be of African descent. He is about the age of 40 or so. He is talking on the phone with his arms crossed over the table. He seems to be having a deep conversation as his brow is furrowed in thought and concentration. Soon he hangs up and walks out of the cafe in a state of urgency. I wonder if it had to do with the phone call.

I see two young girls about the age of 20 or so in work out attire. Both look to be caucasian, a bit heavy set. They sit down and talk boisterously about whatever topic they were discussing. They sip on their juices and gatorades and scroll through their phones momentarily before they continue their discussions.

Three young girls of Hispanic heritage walk in. I overhear their mumbles and they were speaking spanish. They looked to be the ages of 18-20 young and very beautiful. They are all wearing sweaters and hoodies and jeans. They congregate around the drink cooler and choose some juices and waters then proceed to stand in line behind two other patrons.

My friend and I soon finish our Jimmy John sandwiches. (Which by the way, they make freaky fast) and we head out to a new adventure.