I had originally planned to hit up a “maid cafe” (literally, a cafe where the waitresses are dressed up as maids for… whatever reason you like) but when we arrived there was a landlord’s notice posted, saying something along the lines of “You owe me $8000+ so pay up or I’m leaving this place locked up.” Not to be deterred (and to make the best of a disappointing outcome) I mentioned a cafe down the street (i.e. a bit north of Kennedy and McNicoll, past Mary Ward HS, across from the church) that I’d been to a long time ago.
Setting out against the brisk winds and frigid temperatures, I didn’t feel much of the bite of the cold and felt surprisingly numb to most any unpleasantries, chatting it up and laughing raucously. That walk was an eye-opener to the niceties of experiences I had never considered previously. Thankfully it had not rained (as was predicted) though I doubt it would’ve been any less enjoyable if it had.
The food took its sweet time in coming but I didn’t mind at all. There’s something about how the sun strikes that truly astounds me at times. Sure, I may sound like a hopeless romantic (in the way English scholars, students, etc… mean the word) but I am only remembering and writing. The coffee-milk tea mix I had was the best I’ve had in a long time.
After the meal, it was unanimously decided that walking back to the stop was better than busing home immediately and so I burried my hands in my pockets again, only to unearth them and fidget with a bit of paper as is habitual of the nervous. With my hair lifted and skewed to the wrong side, I trekked the same wonderful trip, only backwards this time. It was just as magical.
Once alone again, the sun began to drop his drowsy lids, as curtains do at the close of a great scene. Seizing their opportunity, the dark clouds and lonely shivers of the night swept in. Even the presence of the complete stranger in the bus stop shelter did nothing to ward off these chills and gusts. My mind began to wander backwards, replaying the last scenes to keep warm.
When I finally got home, I had long since caught cold but it was well worth it, even without the maids and their 15% off “Warm you up services.” Until next time.