The drapes suited him and his eyes, the latter had the look of distance in them. Meet Che.I find him Thanksgiving Eve with all things neatly laid before him on a table.
With neatly clipped bangs that almost hit the rims of his glasses, I discover that he’s a first year architecture student from Beijing who will spend the next couple of days in Canada preferably for the Chinese food. Note to self – try Chinese in Canada.
He tells me that he won’t see his family until next summer. Then he pulls the chair out in front of me and motions that I take a seat; I do for the next 30 minutes. He says, “being in a coffee shop is like a riding a bus for two hours, you look outward but all the time you go inward.” Note to self again.
Coffee Shop: Urban Vintage
Location: Clinton Hill, Brooklyn