Time.

We occupied a center table at a coffee shop we'd never visit again.

Just like the colours of the coffee shop, he was in white and I was in bright orange.

Several cups of coffee were served at our table and cleared too, but our conversations never ceased.

Time never stalled for us.

Everything around us was moving at a quick pace, dusk turned into a tender night, and the people around us were in a haste to leave.

But we were stuck in a moment when everything moved in a slow motion.

We were stuck in a place where time did not count.