Ty left the house and went to the town center. He knew a small café close to
high-street which was not too overcrowded. He would go there and maybe
if chance came, he could have some fun there? As he was walking down the
street he was reaching into his pockets and petted his two pocket-dicks assuringly.
They were snuggling to his hands and felt obviously pretty comfortable in his
pockets.
"I wonder how they breathe, or whether they have to breathe!" Ty thought to himself.
"Would they need food or any other nourishment? Was it enough to just wish for
them to exist and they existed? Could they actually starve if he did not provide them
proper nourishment? And if they had, how would they ...? ... Well, every living being
has to process their food and get rid of the excess ...!" those where Ty's thoughts
when he was arriving at the café.
It was late afternoon and since the café was pretty small and not on highstreet
itself, there were only that many people sitting there, reading newspapers and having
a hot chocolate, tea or coffee. This wasn't one of them take-away places that were
ruling city-centers nowadays, none of those places where stressed-out businessmen
orbusinesswomen rushed in to order their café-latte-moccachino with hazelnut
arome, lactose-free cream on top with almond-syrup and sprincles or whatnot.
This was an old-fashioned place that was calm, where people spend some time
to calm down and relax over a nice cup of Italian coffee. They had decent expresso
here, or ground coffee and the most fashionable they got was a cappuccino, but
what cappuccino it was! Ty knew it was the best in town, the beans used were
true Arabica and it had been prepared by a real barrista, a coffee expert who had
been taught in Italy.
Ty ordered a cappuccino and yeah, if it was only for the coffee he might just as
well just have wished for it, but there were limits to his powers. He enjoyed the whole
process of ordering, watching his cuppuccino being prepared and then served.
What he paid for was the whole package and only the whole package would add
to the atmosphere that people felt so soothing to their soul. Snipping his fingers
and simply wishing for some coffee to appear would be like gulping down a
caffein pill as compared to a real cup of coffee. He would also have to wish for
the soothing old music playing in the background and as a matter of fact: he didn't
even know what music it was, so how could he wish for it? It must have been
music from old French movies or something. The only interprete he thought he
could remember was Edith Piaf, but that was about it. If he would have wished
for it, he would have to take all those aspects into consideration and as a matter
of fact: it was easier and the result more pleasing just to go to this perfect place
and enjoy it the way it was. There were things where he with all his powers had
to surrender to, but that was good. It was good to know there were still things
that were beyond his abilities. Not everything could be done by magic.
When his cup of hot coffee-goodness had been brought to his table (another
aspect of service he enjoyed here), he added just a hint of sugar, sunk his
spoon into the cappuccino and stirred it up. Whilst doing that he was taking a
look at the scenery. There were a number of small found tables placed in
rows, with two wooden chairs at each of them. Only five of the tables were
occupied.
There was one man sitting close to the corner, reading a newspaper, sometimes
putting it on the table to read it, then again pulling it up and holding it in front
of him like in the old crime-movies, where spies try to hide behind a newspaper.
Reight behind him on the wall there were hanging photos of long deceased
Hollywood-stars from the 1940es and 1950es maybe, and at the upper end of
the wall there was hanging a large mirror that was running down the whole length
of the wall.
On the opposing side of the room were two elderly ladies sitting, intensely chatting
away in a whispering tone as if they had to make sure no one would here their
secrets. Ty was sure, they were gossipping about some people that they would
probably be very nice and polite to if they were appear. He knew that type of women.
If the other was gone, they would surely badmouth about her.
Right next to the window there was sitting a woman with a child. She seemed
to lack some sleep, since she seemed quite tired from the look of it, but she still
enjoyed her cup of coffee and was watching her little boy who was sitting opposite
of her, sipping on his mug of hot chocolate. He might have been around three
years of age, his legs were dangling from the chair and when he was not drinking
his cocoa, adding some more to his moustache of chocolate, he was fighting his
cake with a fork that was obviously too large for him to handle. They seemed like
nice people and enjoyed her day.
Finally there was a young woman sitting at one of the center tables, only two
tables away from where Ty was sitting. She was facing towards the reader,
having the two elderly ladies sitting behind her, her left profile facing into Ty's
direction, so he could observe her without being noticed. She had a classic
profile as one might say. Actually quite beautiful if you took a closer look, but
she was very timidly dressed, with a very long skirt, a pair of very modest glasses,
not those horn-rims that were in fashion lately and hardly if any make-up.
She long had ash-blonde hair that had been tied in a knot and wore a shirt with
very long arms. She was reading a book and Ty had no doubt she was studying
psychology or maybe English literature. She was quite beautiful, but seemed
either not to care about it, or even tried to hide it.