That’s what I’m talking about! Some genuine innovation in design.
I am all about those personal quirks people make to fit the house to the lifestyle (and kookiness). The slide outs, the pop-top roof, the eventual fold out deck, it’s all so rad!
I love that I am still into this nonsense. It’s so easy to move on to the next hobby in short order. It’s thrilling to still care about this thing that could feed me (metaphorically) in ways I’m sure I haven’t yet realized.
Emmett had seen the little coffee house many times on his walks between his apartment and the library, but had never stepped inside until now. He entered on a whim – it was a chilly afternoon, and a warm cup of coffee and perhaps a biscuit seemed like just what he needed. He hoped to find good conversation there as well, if it was anything like the coffee houses he had known in London. They were famous as places of intellectual debate and fascinating conversation about the arts and sciences. Perhaps here he could find a kindred spirit, maybe even talk about his own work.
It was much more crowded than he had expected. The room was full of men and women from all walks of life and abuzz with conversation. Serving girls in colorful frocks bustled around the room with china cups and serving trays, circling between several round tables. Emmett stood in the doorway and craned his neck to see the back of the room, looking for an empty table – no such luck.
Emmett picked a nearby table with a few seats still available. He tipped his hat respectfully as he approached, smiling at the occupant rather nervously.
“Good afternoon. I wonder if I might join your table? There don’t seem to be any other seats open at the moment.”