TCP11 - North Yaesu

An old man, a salaryman nearing retirement, enters a modern Italian cafe. With a smile, he glances around for patrons he might know, for his people. He finds a few friendly faces at the other end of the cafe, he waves to them with two fingers extend and nods a warm hello as he approaches the counter. The barista greets him with a pleasant, welcoming look on his face.

"it's been a while."

"indeed... give me a hot one."

They chat and joke and laugh, the old man takes his coffee to a table. He sips slowly from the steaming cup, enjoying each and every drop. He loves this cafe, the barista and the perfection with which he sculpts espresso. He rolls up the sleeves of his white collared shirt, fanning off the humid rainy season heat with a tropical themed paper fan as he flips through the pages of a travel magazine.