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He sighed mentally and figured he'd just have to resign himself to his fate. The other man - Steven was apparently his name - was surprisingly friendly, and Bill supposed he could use a break. "Well thanks, that's mighty accommodatin' of you. Seen' how crowded this place is I think I just lost my chance at my own table so sure, so I'd be happy to join ya'," he said with a little chuckle. "You can call me Bill." 

     His order of coffee was ready. This time, he asked for it to be stronger than usual. Letting it cool down for a moment, he looked around the cafe. It was silent, everyone was either reading or working. He looked over to the window. It looks like it could rain at any moment. Picking up the cup of coffee, he took a sip. Wrinkling his nose at the taste, he set it back down and stared at it. 

     Maybe it was too strong. It was always too sweet or too bitter, he liked it just right. Nonetheless, he had no other option to finish his drink, it was already paid. Perhaps he’ll get used to the taste if he kept drinking it. Taking a few more sips, the strong flavors, how it was burning his throat as it went down, he didn’t like it. The silence was disturbed by many people coming into the cafe. Oh, it was pouring outside. Now the cafe was filled with talking and most seats were taken.   

     This certainly was becoming rather difficult. As he was about to take another sip of his coffee, thunder was heard from outside and startled the man. Yikes! He spilled a bit of coffee. Frantically getting up and running to get napkins to clean up the mess he made, he bumped into someone.

He generally wasn’t the type to find inspiration in coffee shops, preferring to lock himself away in the privacy of his own home when working on a project, but earlier that day Bill had decided he could use a change of scenery and clearly the venture had paid off. Whether it was the café’s atmosphere or the steady stream of caffeine now pumping through his veins he couldn’t say, but something about the place had set him off on a creative streak. He’d already jotted down ideas on a number of pet projects he’d been toying with recently, and he felt like he might even be able to really flesh one out by the end of the day if he continued this way. That is, until his screen suddenly dimmed and a single bright message appeared at the forefront:

Your battery power is low (10%). If you don’t plug in your computer soon, it will hibernate automatically.

“Shit,” Bill swore under his breath. He saved each document frantically and then tore his eyes away from the computer for the first time in hours, scanning the café desperately for an outlet. Just his luck, there was nothing near his table and with the coffee shop as packed as it was his chances of finding a better location were looking grim. Bill was nearly ready to give up when – there! – he spotted an open table, and a shining silver outlet just by the chair’s leg. Without a second thought he scooped up his makeshift workplace and dumped everything into a small backpack as neatly as time would allow. With one strap slung over his shoulder, he set off towards the other side of the café, moving as quickly as he could without drawing attention to himself. In his rush he paid little heed to the crowd, so he shouldn’t have been surprised when he felt someone knock straight into him.