A cafe had opened a few months ago called "The Kindly Spoon," and John still didn't know why it was so popular. The customers were mostly men and the workers were mostly young women, who nonetheless gave him a feeling of being at home, feeling a maternal warmth. He sat at a table right in the center.

His men had said they would be there in a few minutes, since traffic had delayed them, until you appeared, dressed in elegant but nothing extravagant, as if you were a housewife.

"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to 'The Kindly Spoon'~..." you said in a sweet, maternal voice, as you extended your hand to hand him the menu.