There’s a man at the cafe who looks like the Antiques Roadshow presenter: moustache, wavy hair, glasses halfway down his nose, and a double chin with bottom jaw hanging as he reads his phone.
A pot of tea sits untouched at his elbow.
He wears blue jeans with polished, black, slip-on shoes, a blue shirt with sleeves rolled to the elbow, and over the shirt a grey vest from a three-piece suit. The vest has a pattern of diamonds on the back, in deep umber, yellow and blue.
His head moves up and down as he reads, to keep his view through the lowered glasses, and when at last he looks up over them he seems surprised, like he’s isn’t where he thought he was.