Posada Java

I was lost writing in my journal when I realized the girl was wrapping the cables through the chairs. It was past five o'clock and the coffee shop was closing.

I looked around and noticed only one other person and as soon as I did, he packed up his notebook, hopped on his bike and rode away.

I could have stayed, sitting on the rocker and watching the sun set over the pecan trees. But it was getting cooler and no one told me before I left the house not to wear shorts today...so I was a bit underdressed.

I left the usually bustling hangout as the light said goodnight.