Was sitting there waiting for the other to return to the table,
all around was chatter, noise, consumption, motion. A convenient outpost set in a blank wall, half bodies moving, making, giving, in a continuous captivating production. A uniformed one would flit to the post, picking up and taking away, a well-practiced manoevre, a confident assignment; warm sustenance appears, swooped up for its destination, nameless, one of many.
So was the inside, one of many. Concentrate, and each became an individual amongst many. Hands, hips, waists moved to different beats, but all keeping within the same rhythm- making, moving, giving.
while the uniformed making their rounds.
the other returned, and those not to be seen receded. Behind the wall.
Sustenance magically appears. And all that mattered, and very lovely indeed, was one’s chatter, noise, consumption, motion.