Dymocks Cafe. Across the narrow aisle, a woman sits with three objects ranged down one side of her table: a glass of water with a straw, a scrunched-up napkin and a glasses case. A laptop sits beside them and she scrolls it constantly, nodding and speaking to a mobile phone she’s pressed against one ear. Her jacket has only a tenuous grip on the chair behind her, and swept-over hair strands cling to the back of her head.
An overflowing bag rests on her foot.