two small children rush by on small scooters

See two small children rush by on small scooters, first a boy and then a girl. The son is sitting opposite,  and to the right the service counter of the cafe. The glass front of this bakery shop is looking right out onto the big cobbled pedestrian area of the Altstadt street, soaked shiny grey in the constant light rain. The two small children, quite independent of their parents, are well wrapped in rain protective gear. There are no parents anywhere to be seen.
The son is eating half a flat loaf of turkish bread, sliced horizontaly down the middle and filled with cheese, salad and tomatos. He is tired, and cannot really keep his eyes open, but still, he wants his treat out in the cafe with his father on weekends and holidays.
There are people coming in and leaving, all dressed up in rainproof clothing, buying their Sunday rolls. The service people behind the counter collate the goods, wrap them up, and wish everyone a happy New Year in case they don't come again until then.

The two children return, the little girl laughing, her older brother self important. They carefully park their little push scooters in the entrance and the boy goes to the glass counter that is way taller than he is. It is good that it is a showcase too, it is possible to look through and to see whom he is adressing.
He has a small list in his hand, he proudly reads out the items that he has to buy. He checks the various kinds of roll carefully, asking to see the underside too, maybe making sure that nothing is burnt. He reaches the money up over the counter.
Then he and his sister scoot off back the way that they had arrived.

The son is tired, but is enjoying his coffee and his roll.

Look out at the dreary street.

Finish eating and drinking.

Get up.
out.


Walk along with the son, follow him through the street.
See two small children rush by on small scooters, first a boy and then a girl.

They are rushing down the narrow sidewalk of the side street, perilously close to the bus that is on the way to the terminus on  the lower part of the Altstadt street. Chattering excitedly, they are in a hurry to go back to the bakers.
Something has been forgotten