A Weekend

“How many tickets, sir?”, she asks from the other side of the counter. “Just one please.”, I throw a quick reply. I manage to steal a glance at her name tag when she is processing the ticket. I make the payment shortly after receiving the ticket from her. She appears to be very enthusiastic about her job, making me happy for her somehow. Checking the time on my phone, I find out that I have approximately half an hour to spare. There are two reasonable options available for me; I can either go grab a drink of my choice at a café, or spend the remaining time reading a browsing copy of an interesting title at a bookstore. The latter is certainly a better choice if I’m taking frugality into account, but I insist on going for the first option just for a change. Thus, I direct my feet to the intended place and settle on a table for two. Quite a crowd here I notice.