Not sure why but everything in the coffee shop seems to glow. The roughly polished wooden tables, the couple animatedly talking by the window, the brick walls a mild saturated red. It's a Monday morning but maybe everyone is still on vacation, wondering about what they're going to do for New Year's Eve.
"Should we go to John and Sarah's tomorrow night?"
"Who else is going?"
It looks like it's going to rain but the weatherman hasn't said anything. Outside it's cloudy and muted, with flags waving at strangers.