(Non sequitur)

From the books that made him academic, from a course that gave him credibility, from a house a name that gave him fame and comfort, from a town that knew his knowledge- still, he was unhappy.
I´d been keeping an eye on him for years now, coming to the café religiously at four every other day. Arriving with brown leather satchel and the paper he hadn't been able to read due to his other daily commitments that i assume, or rather know, we're many. The white hair, a small portion of it that grew even though he was still young i believe came from the worry. His mind, he had a worried mind. He was a dashing fellow, tall and master to an air of confidence at the steps he took, and the words he said. But he couldn't fool me. I knew he was distressed and unproud. There had been a turning point, there had been a sin and i knew by the way his eyes sort of rolled down in shame when he bid his farewell and left. At 5, always. There had been once he'd stayed a minute or two over the hour, having got distracted with a conversation taking place on the table beside his concerning the pregnancy of a teenage girl and upon noticing his double indiscretion he got most disenchanted by my saying "You're late!". He left a big fat note on the table and flustered himself out the door.
Today i decided i would, in an amicable way, confront him. It was a little past the half hour and he had gone through 3 cups of coffee and his paper seemed read over more than once, it was just pretend now.
-Hello Mr. Swift. How are you feeling today?
He was a little nudged by this question, i could smell his discomfort at having me ask his such a thing.
-Quite alright thank you. And you?
-Well, you know me. My mood's always right up there with the clouds and the light blue sky. I'm happy.
-I'm glad to hear that.
He was a little surprised that i kept there, that I stood where i was by his table and didn't just leave.
-Is there anything wrong?
-Nope. Nothing at all. Not an ounce of a worry in the world. Do you want another coffee?
-Not just yet no. I do think I've had quite a few as a matter of fact.
-You have. Everyone has there portion isn't it?
-Indeed.
-I've been meaning to ask you Mr.Swift, why don't you ever do anything during these afternoons? I mean, a cup or two of coffee is as legitimate a passtime as any other but i'd think a young man like you would be out having some fun with some ladies or meeting some friends at a club, i don't know...
-I see.
He wasn't keen on my curiosity.
-Well. Mr. Jones. It just so happens i've got appointments to uphold during my mornings, and up until a little before the moment of my arrival and am tired consequently when i do. I couldn't possibly meet anyone, i'd be a bore.
-I don't think so, i actually think you sell yourself short. You ought to have some energy in you still.

Mr. Swift then got up, smiled at me, left some money at the counter and left. I haven't seen him since.