Appointment

As he was approaching the place of their appointment he saw from the distance the face of his old friend silhouetted behind the glass pane of a café. He was not actually looking forward to the meeting and seeing his friend's face some ten meters away only helped to make his mood drop a few notches. The man was sitting in a café, sharing a table with two other colleagues. He could not hear what his friend was saying but he could easily guess what the conversation was about - his expression was just too familiar, his gestures just too recognizable from so many previous encounters, the entire weary scene just too well-known to have the ongoing discourse unmistakably inferred. He kept approaching despite he was in no mood for a couple of hours of their usual chitchat about work and projects and whatnot. Been there, done that, he thought. Somber, dark and resigned he guided his steps to the table and greeted the bunch of colleagues with a smile.