I sit. The world passes by. I thought I had settled in by now, but it seems the rest of the world still moves at a slightly different pace. It's like being part of a symphony, but missing every other stroke. Sometimes I feel like everybody's watching me. Other times it's like no one notices me at all. I don't know which is worse.

This place has free refills of coffee. I think I'll stay here for a while. I'm sitting here, a piece of warm apple cake in front of me, a blessedly thick crime novel next to it. And every now and then I waiter drops by to ask if I want more coffee. Come to think of it, life is not so bad after all.