There's a dance groove playing here, and the place can be described as hopping even this late on a weeknight. All the tables around me are taken (I'm sitting outside). It's not cold at all, which is a refreshing change from the past week or so.

My table is round with a glass top and an advertisement embedded underneath. I got sugar cubes. The chairs are aluminum. The ground is littered with cigarette butts. A member of the large group sitting near me is swiveling his head with the music. He obviously spends a lot of money on his wardrobe; on the pocket of the blue windbreaker draped over the back of his chair is the letter "W" and an eagle's silhouette.