Cold, raining, and of course the Library's closed and the cafe's are overflowing, the best you can hope to do is to rent a table for twenty or so minutes.
To stay longer would be rude, there's always someone hovering nearby checking the status of your coffee, that jealous green eye-on-your-table, "here, let me help you with that..."...
SO, open the laptop and do some eavesdropping.
There's an older couple beside me, 60's I'm guessing, the man is very earnestly clutching his dates hands, she's catching my eye, not quite an eye-roll or "rescue me" but...listening to their conversation, it's a first date...!!!? The conversation gives it away, they don't know each other, not at all. Then why, I'm wondering, is he clutching her hands over the end of the table? They must have met on one of those dating sites...."My Time" or "Our Time" or "Frisky Seniors" for divorcees & widows making merry, apparently these are the days my friend, these are the days, I can believe it looking at them but am so on the down-low that there's been no time to partake, and this hostage-taking happening at the table next to me, it's not inspiring...not at all.
The date ends, my coffee's finished, wait until they leave before folding up the laptop and disappearing. Sundays, Days off, at the moment they're the worst. Soon enough there will be none...