- Aug 9, 2016
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The evening air around the campus was filled with the gentle din of students leaving their late afternoon classes and the stirrings of those getting ready for night classes. Clèment had found his way to his favorite coffee shop on campus, a small but lively place called the Blend. He liked to come here when he was done grading papers, before his next round of classes started, and read a book. He always bought a coffee, though he of course never tried to drink it. The warmth in his hand and the smell helped create a relaxing ambiance that he thoroughly enjoyed. Sitting at one of the small tables scattered around the shop, he thumbed lazily through his book.
The book that Clèment was reading was an interesting little tome about a religion that had cropped up just a handful of years before, based on a a cult film he had never seen. It was very Taoist, with a charming Epicureanism to it. But on the whole it was a very plain language philosophy, so he could see the appeal that it had. But it was nothing he hadn't read before and he was mostly reading it now simply to have something to do; hoping that someone who wasn't busy and who wasn't too put off by his appearance might engage him in conversation. Every now and again, Clèment would glance up, seeing who entered and exited the coffee shop. He appreciated the minds, young and old, that gathered to this place to learn. He could also tell the students who were new, as they tended to instinctively shrink from his skeletal appearance.
The book that Clèment was reading was an interesting little tome about a religion that had cropped up just a handful of years before, based on a a cult film he had never seen. It was very Taoist, with a charming Epicureanism to it. But on the whole it was a very plain language philosophy, so he could see the appeal that it had. But it was nothing he hadn't read before and he was mostly reading it now simply to have something to do; hoping that someone who wasn't busy and who wasn't too put off by his appearance might engage him in conversation. Every now and again, Clèment would glance up, seeing who entered and exited the coffee shop. He appreciated the minds, young and old, that gathered to this place to learn. He could also tell the students who were new, as they tended to instinctively shrink from his skeletal appearance.