Ken looked in his backpack to find his camera, but it wasn’t there. The sun was casting its warmest beams, and people on the sidewalk were having a hard time walking around him. After a couple of elbow bumps, Ken thought it’d be better to go inside a café. The drops of sweat he felt running down his neck were not helping him remember what could have happened to his camera.
He might have left it on the counter while he talked to that ice cream seller. Joseph was his name. He had been good friends with Ken’s grandparents. Ken had taken the camera out to show it to him, to tell him it had been a gift from his grandparents, the only ones who supported his decision to change careers. And then he left without it, distracted by his own thoughts, by the fact that he missed his grandpa very much. What would Joseph think? Ken ordered some cold water. His skin still felt hot and moist. He walked back, embarrassed. Would Joseph understand?
Note: I used the word café, since I think "cofé" is just a misspelling.