A Small Hour Sleep Disturbance Planter Strikes

Was Frank daydreaming in the Dryad Coffee House? No, he was planning.

Talking of fine lines, the Lady opposite him sketched something, attracting the eyes of a passing Barista who frowned , causing what Frank framed as a moth of unsettled emotion to flutter round the room , briefly settling on the artist as annoyance, and our planner as curiosity, then flying out into the navy blue near night, then, back in, paperwards?

Contriving to pass the artists' table, Frank was silently disappointed to see her drawing a fly ' No It is a Moth.' She said quietly. 'A Clearwing.'