This patron is dining without company, taking in a good book and writing his thoughts in a journal of sorts. A pair of additional bon vivants, also consuming lunch, play with glyphs on wood, arranging said things in rows and columns on a board. A participant holds back; a hint of mystification is on his mug.
Across from this pacific situation, a glass falls floorward, from a foodhand's tray, splitting apart into a thousand shards. Two work-companions rush to his aid. A patron accords a napkin to assist in this labor.
Two hours pass; out in driving rain stands our protagonist, with a group of familiars, discussing a sculpturing known throughout this vicinity. A bicyclist spins swiftly by, swinging randomly in and out of traffic.
It is obvious that a notably non-old occasion may occur.