People Watching

I observe a man sitting at a restaurant. He is alone at the moment. He is sitting with his legs crossed facing me. He is wearing a pink polo and khaki Capri pants. He is smoking a cigarette in his left hand. He has two cups of coffee on the table. He periodically looks around the piazza. He is wearing dirty white converses. He also has a popped collar. A woman has joined him at the table. She came out from the café. As she sits down and writes, he begins to put out his cigarette. As people walk by he looks into the piazza, watching people pass by him. He is also wearing shades.

As his friend continue writing he yawns. He appears to be quite bored. He talks to the woman and she responds as he leans forward to hear her. He begins to bite his nails. He leans forward leaning his left arm on the table. He rests his head on his right hand/arm. He talks to his friend again as she continues to write. She pays him some attention but continues to write as she responds to him.

I believe the two-maybe friends whom are traveling together and decided to have breakfast at this place. I think the woman maybe a writer or a wife. The man I feel, is just her gay friend she dragged along when her husband didn’t want to come. I believe the woman might have been writing in a journal about what she’s done so far. Or she could be writing a postcard. Whatever it was, the man was not amused.