Jade Ferguson

Those who have nothing, still have something to give.

I met Augustus this morning. He was sitting at a friends cafe enjoying an affogatto and croissant, wearing his blue suede shoes. Approaching him with curious interest, I couldn't help but notice his extravagant sense of style. It was 7am and Augustus was dressed in a grey pinstriped suit, heavily patterned scarf and a rather fetching burgundy felt hat finished with a feathery flourish. Not too unorthodox for a Wednesday rush hour, but slightly odd given the 35 degree and climbing temperature outside. Taking a seat at the table next to him I ordered my usual full cream flat white. I for one was never really too fussed with the fanfare of fancy coffee and such pompous choices as an affogato. Quietly we sat in each others line of sight in silence save for the tired and forced morning nod of acknowledgement, drinking our respective caffeine of choice and flicking through the morning paper. Also not too unorthodox for a Wednesday rush hour, but slightly odd as it seemed that neither Augustus or I were in a rush.