Bleak bare and wet the flagstones before the floor to cieling windows in the institutes cafe. The old cafeteria is closed now, it is just a dreary concrete building now. Sturdents from the engineering department still pass by, but only because this is a short cut to the new refectory building.
The cafe is filled with the mumble of student scientists voices,
there is the sound of
the cafe proprietors voice, loud,
entertaining his customers, the rumble
of the coffee grinder, the sound of the
coffee being knocked out of the sieves
The sounds of a working cafe.
It has just passed twelve, and The amount of people outside has increased.
Many are dressed in anoraks with
their heads up against the very light rain.
Wednesday is a sad day in the centre of the week, and the grey cloudy weather today does not help.
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