starbucks

So I'm sitting at a Starbucks eating Wendys spicy chicken nuggets while responding to a couple of emails that should have been sent a while ago . An old man, late 50s early 60s, is sitting a few feet away from me. He seems peaceful. Sitting on one of the leather couches, enjoying a cup of coffee, listening to some groovy starbucks music. In comes a 5' 2" skinny asian chick with long, unnaturally looking black hair. Mid 20s I'd say. Her tight, form fitting dress comes up way too high for someone coming into a Starbucks. She sits down next to him and they start conversing. He talks, she laughs, putting her hand on his thigh every now and then. Everyone in the room tries not to stare, glancing up from their computer screen once in a while to "observe their surrounding" . A few minutes later, he gets up and she follows, naturally. They leave the room. The groovy starbucks music continues to play as the tension in the room lessens. I look up at the girl sitting across from me, she looks back. We give each other a confused, uncomfortable smile. And we're back to work.

I'm just going sit here and enjoy my $2 grande hot zebra.