Suddenly he wanted to be in a crowd, wanted to feel the push and press of people, wanted noise and bustle and distraction, wanted to be taken out of himself - the past twenty-four hours had been a ruffle - wanted something to drink, wanted to seat and drink it at a touristy on-street table while watching the goings-on of passers-by. And, though he could not admit it to himself at the time, wanted an adventure.
lemelange, на любой вкус)
Ksunny Wazowski, я тоже так считаю)