A tall, thin man is standing by the counter, trying to decide what to order. He looks a little bewildered upon seeing you, but nevertheless invites you to his home page. His name is Jan Fredén, but nobody I know calls him anything but Frop.
Another tall, thin man is sitting at a table to your left. He is waiting for Frop to finish his order. He looks a bit like Arnold Schwarzenegger (or possibly the other way around). I am happy to have Walter as a guest in the Néaville café!
Next to the window sits a tall man with brown, wavy hair. By his looks, he is in his late twenties and he is really quite handsome. Meet Johan Anglemark, my dearly beloved husband! You might have to shake him or yell at him or something, though, because he is completely engrossed in a book. Right now, he is reading Gloriana by Michael Moorcock.
On a shelf near the left-hand window is a book in green covers—apparently some kind of guestbook. Opening it, you find that its sole content so far is some thoughts on the theme tea and tea-drinking, scribbled down by the founder of Linnéaville.
Read the book
Close the book and return to the town square