I went alone. I sat in a nice place.
There was this smell coming from the kitchen that I didn’t like but other than that it was nice. quiet. I don’t know why food is being made by strangers touching stuff with their hands, and go out for a smoke. It should be made by robots that get their power from being clean. The cleaner they are, the fuller the battery is.
The owner asked me if I liked the seat I had. She said there are people with special needs in the table next to me. I saw she was a bit uncomfortable.
I told her it’s very nice they come here and that she welcomes them. My eyes were a bit moist. She smiled and sat next to me. She said they come every two weeks and order pizza. And it was a cafe, not a pizza place. I said they look happy. They probably feel just like everybody else sitting and ordering food. and not in a need for special stuff.
It was nice to let something touch me. Many times I try to block it.
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