They met at the café and there was faint music in the background. They started talking about their days at work, their hobbies and their likes. Was it Ralph Waldo Emerson who said that: “conversation is an art in which a man has all mankind for competitors?” And they do converse for quite a long time. They found a lot of things in common. They laughed at their jokes, mused at some others and agreed or disagreed with the rest.
The conversation was very interesting. They didn’t speak ill of others, for they know that nothing good will come out of it. It was night time when they left the café. It was a cold evening. Faint stars were in the sky, silver leaves in the background. They agreed to meet next week for dinner. There was a new Italian restaurant in town, and they said they will try that one out.