I’m territorial about having my own work space when I’m at a coffee shop. When all the tables have at least one patron, I head to my plan B or take my drink to go and call it a day. I don’t want to face anyone and I don’t want strangers sitting on either of my sides. Stay home and get a desk? Shut up.
At Le Moineau Masqué, however, I make due with the tight, almost claustrophobic spaces. A free chair at that wooden table with three friends who don’t want to be disturbed? Mine. Room for half a person on the navy blue couch? Don't mind my thighs.