Cafe Story in Caption Cafe Everyday he would come at exactly 10.30 am in his shabby clothes and unkempt, unhygienic looks and reeking of sweat. The cafe though not chic was no ragtag place either with youngsters and office goers frequenting it. He would sit in a far away corner all by himself and pensively read the newspaper kept in the cafe. The waiter would without even his order place a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits for him. The cashier wouldn't even look at him though he would have never allowed him in the cafe had it not been for the instructions from the owner. He was a sore sight in the cafe done up tastefully in red and white, even the tables and chairs were matched to the colour scheme. With glass chandeliers lit even in the day.
