The hum of quiet conversation slid uncomplainingly beneath the music of the jukebox. He ordered coffees: one for him, one for her, and rejoined her at their table. The music stopped; he laughed loudly. She hushed him, giggling under her hand and the chatter of the crowded room.
The jukebox clicked and whirred and In The Ghetto began. His smile left him and his eyes became distant as he remembered the homeless woman asking for loose change. He'd ignored her.
The till beeped, the coffee machine hissed and spluttered. Doorchimes announced another customer and the jukebox fell silent once again.