A chair of your own.

A woman in a sun hat lifts a bag from the chair beside her. Only if you want it.

She is drawing the garden on the back of a receipt. There are five chairs in the drawing and six on the terrace. You point this out.

I moved mine.

The man across from her says the chairs used to face the water. She says they still do, if you turn them. He turns his a little.

You talk about the tree that shades the café. Neither of them knows its name. For a while you describe the leaves with your hands.

The drawing stays on the table. There is room at the edge for another chair.