Alone

When my eldest was younger she used to find people sitting on their own in a cafe or restaurant upsetting. She assumed everyone was lonely and maybe some were. We would always try and speak to them or at least smile and be friendly. In some cases though I'm sure it was a welcome break from shopping or other chores, maybe even a nagging partner ;) 
Fascinating how we see people and make up a story in our head. I wonder what this chap's story is. I mused over this as I took a quick pic in the cafe today.