Anxious waiting, rendered as a scene: a small café table seen from just above, a full cup of coffee gone completely cold with a dull skin on its surface and no steam, a paper napkin torn into dozens of tiny neat strips piled beside it, a paper straw sleeve twisted into a tight coil, a sugar packet folded and unfolded until soft, and a phone lying face down. The chair opposite is empty. Grey midday window light. No people. No text, no letters, no logos on cups, packets or napkins.