Day At the Diner

Clouds of grey smoke rising in the air like rain clouds and many random people grazing noisily, an endless mug of coffee grasped in my relaxed hand with a pink sugar packet poured to sweeten, the scrungy waiters taking orders while the infinite chatter of a group of close friends continues, the grey smoke reeks on my clothes as well as the roaming smell of fried food, drinking bitter-sweet coffee although I've had ten cups with the taste of a friends meal I selfishly helped myself to