It was very early and only the morning shift workers had entered the cafe. It was still dark but for the lights shining through the cafe’s large windows. The early morning regular was patiently waiting outside at the door.
In the day time, the street was busy with tourists walking on the sidewalk and cars driving slowly through the little street. But in the early hours the street was quiet. The regular liked to stand on the sidewalk, with his own coffee mug, for a few minutes before the doors were unlocked. He looked at nothing in particular but always seemed to be listening for something.
“Last month he lost his job,” the older waiter said.
“Well, that’s not too unusual right now, but it’s tough.”
“He’s an old man. It’s hard to find a job. His wife left him too.”