Spotted

A rather small, cheerful old fellow just walked into Krakatoa, my favorite cafe. I'm sitting on the couch, watching him. He's clad in an equally cheerful bright orange raincoat, and he just received his sandwich. He's carefully, oh-so-delicately, unwrapping it. Upon seeing it, all to himself, little fists upon the table, he mouths the words "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" I want to kiss him.