Just came back from a solo trip to my fave coffee shop, where I had packed my camera and my magazine thinking I would read for a bit. I put down my bag and coat and went up to order, when an older chap began looking at the table to see if it was taken. "I put my coat down but please feel free to share with me," I told him, because it was the last free table and the space was busy. "Fred* will be lovely company for you," said the barista when I ordered. (*Not his real name)