looked like a painting

Wednesday 19. February, zozo

The underground train has arrived, and

a never seeming to end line of students

emerges from the underground railway

station.

The panini is finished, it was pleasantly

textured today. The coffee is good, as it is every day. Every day, the same.

In the corner of the cafe, a woman with a red pullover and blue jeans sits at a table opposite a large woman in a white cotton shirt with black trousers. They are both in earnest conversation

Then they get up, theone with the red pullover and the bluejeans puts on a red jacket, the one with the white top

puts on a Kkhahi one. The one has black hair, The other has reddish.

Watch them walk across the patio outside the building, to head off to the Engineering

department. Or to the reactor, it does not matter. The one with the red hair looked familiar, the other looked like a painting.

There is a man sitting at a table,

back to a window, studying his 'phone.

He is drinking a cup of coffee and a bottle of pop.