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A couple get hot chocolates in the book store coffee shop. He carries them on the tray, they go up to the sub-basement looking for a table. Minutes later she reappears at a freshly empty and cleaned table. The place is pretty busy just now, it was when I arrived, I had watched the empty tables fill while they made my tea with a certain anxiety, its got worse since. The guy returns a moment later, balancing the tray down the stairs. They both sit their, black jackets, and both with long black hair. He slips his jacket off easy, wears a t-shirt under it MAKE TEA, NOT WAR, which makes me smile. Her jacket is zipped up, under that she is wearing a black hooded top, with the hint of a flowery blouse showing. She struggles a bit more with her jacket, while she does he takes her chocolate flake and props it in the top of the glass with the hot chocolate. She scowls at him, tells him off, she wanted to do that, but its too late, and she has to retrieve the chocolate stick, take a tentative bite. He stands, off to look for the toilet, finding the longest route possible to get there he sets off upstairs, back down here, then round in the wrong direction. In the meantime she pouts and drinks her chocolate, half of it gone by the time he gets back. He looks surprised by how little she has left when he returns, she shrugs, you were away for ages! He doesn’t take long to catch up, and soon they are finished, put their jackets on and leave, and I turn the page in my book.