Its quite sad that a man sat down solo at a table, at a coffee shop with lunch menu, with a bottle of Guinness Stout at 12 noon.

The third person to come and sit at my table, was a man with a lunch plate. After I finished my food, I reached for my bag and got up. I imagined he actually was concerned that I was leaving. Maybe he has a little paranoia fear of sitting alone at a table eating. At least, when there was one other person at the table, he could pretend he was with a friend.