The Cafe

It was humming around me. From people sitting around the tables, with coffee cups and sugar breads. And from busy people hasting beside the cafe, with shopping bags. The humming was cirkling around, up and up to the ceiling, high up in the big shopping centre.
An old man with a grey jacket and and a sixpence and an old woman with a fur was sitting at one of the tables. The old man was talking. A lot.
-It seems like I talk too much, he said.
-Oh, nooo, the woman said. -It`s not a log at all.
-But you can just tell me if you think I talk too much, he said.
-Oh, yes, but no, that`s no problem. I think it`s just cosy when you are chatting, the woman said.
-But you can just tell me if you think it get`s too much, he said.