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.