The Silent Community at the Bean House

It didn't matter if no one ever looked up. It wasn't important if there were any conversations. And it never was really a big deal when no eye contact was made. 

What mattered was that we were all there together. Despite the fact that our noses were in our laptops, our earbuds still letting in the baristas' overblown tales of dates gone bad and the sobering disruption of winter air as the door swung open and the others came and went. 

For those hours, we were a silent band just doing our collective thing in a coffee house. Regular people working remotely and each deciding to leave our homes or offices and work there. 

Regardless of the reason, we were there. Silent, completely anti-social but there. Together.