Just another sunday in Japan

ginza-stationIn the corner near the exit of Ginza station in Tokyo is a small cafe, it opens at 7.30 am in the morning every day, it close at 11 pm Monday to Sunday.

Today Sunday, the cafe was packed as usual, costumers would come in, stand in the queue and wait to place their orders, then hope to find a place to sit, or get their orders as take away and disappear into the busy crowd outside, not to be seen again by the other costumers in the cafe.

This day, a foreigner have been ordering a coffee, 2 sugar cookies and an American brownie, clearly not Japanese, maybe south Asian, maybe Chinese. The cashier had some troubles understanding what she wanted and needed her to point on the menu what she wanted to order and then point to the POS display to get the amount of money for the orders. The girl, 167cm, maybe around 53kgs(I wish!) then moved into the corner of the cafe and sat with her back the street window by herself, alone.

Her wallet at that point consisted of 26,000 yen, 900 usd, 1,400 euro and some change in coins, as well as 3 credit cards a Singaporean MRT fare card, Pink IC stating her as a Singaporean national, spa membership card, SPTCC card for the shanghai metro and a suica card that is to be used for the metro’s in Tokyo area. Simply said, the content of her wallet stated, that she 1) did not live in Tokyo, 2) Travelled quite frequently and 3) had an obsession with metro’s around in the Asian world. Well strike number 3, maybe she just felt it convenient to use metro’s instead of taxi’s. Furthermore, the Gucci wallet also stated that she was not poor, this including the designer jeans and original Rolex that this is one who had a good understanding of what would look good on her.

Sipping at the coffee, she looked around at the crowd. her eye’s maybe lingering a little too long at some other woman’s behind, looking around at the crowd curiously studying the fashion of the other cafe goers, who was sitting in the cafe, talking to their friends and partners, or whoever they happen to be with. She, continued to look around more focusing on the female patrons than the male who were in the cafe – they held no interest to her.

She looked down at herself, smelling a perfume that was lingering around her, it wasn’t hers. She briefly closed her eyes, remembering the face and the body the perfume belonged to. Had she done the right thing, spending the last 2 days with the girl who was supposed to be her guide and PA while she was in Japan? She didn’t really know. Could feel her nipples harden while she was thinking about their kisses and passion. Seeing the image in her mind, she closed her eyes and remembered the conversation they had this morning.

Her PA had left her hotel room this morning, asking if she wanted another PA, or if she should come back Monday morning. The PA looked to be a little shaken by spending two days with her and at both nights ending up in the hotel bed with her client instead of going home to her parents place, as she normally did.

The girl in the cafe – me. opened her eyes, taking another sip at the coffee and thought back to the SMS that the PA send her, after she left. “Please don’t call me today as I will need to be with my parents and my friend. I am afraid that if you call me, then I will come to you again.”. gently making a small “sigh”, and thinking back to ..….(HER, Miss S.) in Singapore. “why is it that my life is always so complicated”, “”why do I always overcomplicate things?””, “is it myself who create it like this, or am I just a simple victim of circumstances?”.

The cookies were almost gone, brownie was half eaten, and still half a coffee left. She looked around. Looked into a girls eyes, who were looking at her. “Does she know I am gay?”, the girl looked away uninterested, straight. too bad.

She looked at her notebook and her voice recorder. The interview with Alural Vampires on Saturday have been quite okay, a strange band, a strange concept, but at least the Goth girl/vampire girl looked to be interesting and surprisingly pleasant to talk to – too bad the bands agent was a pain in the neck.

The girl packed her things into her Rebecca Minkoff handbag, notebook, wallet, cell phone and pen as well. Drank the rest of the coffee and headed out of the cafe, out to the rest of the world, leaving the half eaten brownie all alone on the cafe table.

The table would not be empty for long. staff cleaned up the table efficiently, and a new couple filled up the seats in the corner. Not thinking about who have been sitting there before them, not thinking about what she had been doing there or who she was. But just happy that they could get the corner seats all to themselves.

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