And if I’m with the right kind of friend, as soon as the table next to us is having an interestingconversation, I will become silent. Silence befell our table as a group of guys in their early 20s beside us recounted their dating woes. Does he really think a girl reading in a cafe is just listlessly waiting for Mr Right to choose her? He may present himself as a sensitive soul who needs poetry to understand his own feelings. If I see a guy drinking a matcha and wearing wiredearphones, I will assume he is capable of ruining my life.
