I’ve started taking refuge from the heat in an air-conditioned café… It’s icy cold inside… There’s a table I like by the window, where I sit drinking iced coffee. Sometimes I read, or sketch or make notes. Mostly I let my mind drift. The.. girl behind the counter stands there looking bored, .. checking her watch, and sighing periodically. Yesterday.., her sighs seemed especially long - - she was waiting for me to go, so she could close up. I left reluctantly.
From The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides (2019). Highly Recommended.