Tired Conundrum

When we had finally staggered our way back beneath the tapered awning of the drink stand, the usual limping barista was nowhere to be seen behind the counter, instead, a woman of all smiles that befitted more with the merriment of the occasion was the one that saw to Adalia's order. 

I suppose he must have his hands full coordinating and giving out orders. Though what kind of orders they could be, exactly… yeah, I'd rather not get privy. 

In a stroke of luck, we manage to stumble upon an empty bench after a few more minutes of wandering, a rare find 'specially this far into the day. I mean, you just needed to stop and listen for a second to realize why. There was not a single area of the park that could come close to being the slightest empty or even sparse.