There Sat A Boy

Across the busy café, there sat a boy, along the door-sized glass walls allowing the sun to shine upon him for warmth. Neither too fat nor too thin. With tanned skin from yesterday’s evening Sun and a pair of spectacles resting upon his nose bridge. With his little red hooded jacket by his side. There he was typing vigorously on his keyboard while looking at the screen. Not bothered by his surroundings. Like he is in his own world of tasks. The noise in the café does not seem to bother him but motivates him instead. Giving him the invisible push to get his work done better and faster. A few minutes have gone by, and he had finally stopped typing. Leaning back to the soft cushioned sofa, feeling satisfied with what he wrote. Stretching himself for a short break. Then, resume back to what he was doing. Typing vigorously on his keyboard and staring at the screen… again…