When we had finally staggered our way back beneath the tapered awning of the drink stand, the usual limping barista was nowhere to be seen behind the counter, instead, a woman of all smiles that befitted more with the merriment of the occasion was the one that saw to Adalia's order.
I suppose he must have his hands full coordinating and giving out orders. Though what kind of orders they could be, exactly… yeah, I'd rather not get privy.
In a stroke of luck, we manage to stumble upon an empty bench after a few more minutes of wandering, a rare find 'specially this far into the day. I mean, you just needed to stop and listen for a second to realize why. There was not a single area of the park that could come close to being the slightest empty or even sparse.
Short chapter today. Another dentist appointment, another hazy mind. Sorry for the inconvenience.