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mm_maru) wrote in

morningstar_mnr,
@ 2010-10-10 16:38:00

Mocha multipup, Sunday morning, OTA/MW
On weekends, the Mocha was always packed with people having a late breakfast all through the morning. The crowd today included:

Andras, who was talking via Skype with his brother in London, for whom it was already between lunch- and teatime.
Sibyl and Urquhart, who were sharing a table and a plate of cookies, and discussing a shared problem: - what you could possibly give Ruth for Christmas that she'd really enjoy.
Chandika and Rahul, with Hanu the hound in tow, who were spoiling themselves with a sweet breakfast made by somebody else, as Bethan was working an early shift at the clinic.
Cindy, who sat a few tables further on, reading a magazine in Greek and keeping an eye on Axminster and Hanu. At the moment, they were just laying in a heap under her table, but she knew those guys, and they could get boisterous.
Ricky, usually quite as boisterous, was at the moment curled up in the corner of a sofa being morose into his phone. "No, mom, you really can't do that to me," he complained. "We are having this big concert on the -- what you mean, they can play without me just as well? Do you know what the industry is like? Mom??"

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