Café Nero – Chester

Sitting drinking hot chocolate and I remember
– my cards –

I keep forgetting to leave them.

I always have a couple with me wherever I go – but I always forget. And that is the whole point of them.

The tables in Café Nero are really close to each other. So I put one on the table next to me.

A few minutes later, a waiter comes over to clear the table.
I look over and see that he has put the card on the tray.
Cleared it up with the rest of the things.
He takes it away.

- I hope he will look at it when he clears the trays –
But I know he won’t.

I know it will end up in the bin.

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Later on I leave one on the table on the other side of ours.

We sit and talk for another 20 minutes or so.
- In all that time nobody comes to sit there.

We make plans to go somewhere else. I start to gather my things, and as I do a lady comes and sits at the table. I start to put my jumper and coat on slowly, wanting to stay a little longer. But Rich is already standing up, waiting for me, so I can’t be too long.

I try to watch the woman without being too obvious.

As she approaches the table, she pushes the card over to the other side before sitting down.
After having sat down and taken her jacket off, she has nothing to do but wait until her friend brings the drinks over.

As she waited,
She reaches over for the card,
Has a quick look at it,
And then puts it back down.

A second later she picks it up again, almost as though doing a double take.
She holds it right up to her eyes to read it properly.
She looks slightly confused.
She turns the card over, looking for more information on the back.
She finds nothing but a signature.
She puts the card back on the table in front of her.
Still looking at it and wondering.

By then I had delayed myself as much as I could and I now had to leave.