I sit in front of Groundwork and sip the coffee that Anya served up for me in honor of tomorrow’s birthday. I prop the camera on top of the coffee cup and snap a series of photos of the workplace. After taking two or three decent ones, a guy walks past. Sees me hit the timer on the camera, then stops and stares into the coffee house. He waits. He waits. Ten seconds elapse. Click.

He moves on.

Very cool.

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