It was open.

The garden door has a key in the lock. You turn it; nothing changes.

Outside, the chairs face slightly different directions. From one you can see the café. From the other, only the afternoon.

Someone has left a notebook open. The last line says Perhaps we could. The rest of the page is blank.

Someone has left a paperback open, face down. Under the chair, a small brass plate reads: Unreserved.