High heels clacking on the wood floor. Shuffling of a newspaper. A mix of words and conversations faded in the background. Screeching bathroom door, would be great to record and use in a horror movie. The scary noise doesn’t fit the relaxed vibe of the cafe. Steam screams into the milk, Coffee grounds measured with big clanks on the counter. Some guy playing dominos is talking way too loud, getting dirty looks from people working on their laptops. Mitchell is having a hard time focusing on his calculus homework and is tapping his pencil to a beat, probably composing an orchestral piece in his head. He is a musical genius like that. Someone just lost at Jenga on the other side of the cafe, I assume by the crashing noise and people cheering. |