Halfway Cafe

There is a halfway cafe. Halfway between places. Halfway between times.

It's always open. Someone is always sitting at the third barstool from the end. Someone is always just entering or exiting the bathroom. There's always some sort of soft indie-pop-rock music drifting out of speakers that can't ever be seen. There's always someone new behind the counter, who always seems to know your order before you've placed it. You never see when the barista changes; you must not have been looking.