Wednesday, September 11, 2013

A Stolen Afternoon

There was a time when a stolen afternoon meant something entirely different for Sam and I, but the thrill of mischief is similar. One recent afternoon, we found ourselves bored with what we were doing, I was drawing alternative layouts of a bathroom and she was preparing dinner. We decided to drop everything and sneak off for a coffee at my favourite part of town.

black bean coffee and tea company

Carpenter Street was quiet at three o'clock in the afternoon. The coffee wasn't especially good and neither was the pastry but we were grateful for the freedom to leave work behind and pretend we were on holiday for a while. Not talking yet glad of each other's company.

kim joo noodle shop - an institution for some
and across the road; bike shops and tea merchants


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