As I sit here, studying the people that enter and exit the coffee shop, I notice two men in the corner discussing a court case.  One is presumably the lawyer, the other the accused.  A pretty girl enters, probably around early 20s in age.  She goes and gets her coffee and then sits in the green chair next to me. She smells nice.  I haven't told her though.  She drinks her coffee, just sitting.  I can't tell if she is doing anything else at all.  She seems to be looking into a small pink journal or pocketbook.  Maybe writing.  I can't tell.  There are to ladies talking at a table about ten feet away from me.  The girl next to me brushes her hair back and takes another sip of coffee, then writes something in the small pink book.  She is dressed nicely.  A college student rushes out with a drink tray of coffee, a girl.  She appears to be a nurse as well, or at least a nursing student.  I wonder if the girl next to me is actually writing about me as I am she….  There is now soft jazz playing with trumpet and saxophone features.  Another friend of mine just walked into the shop.  He ordered a tall caramel frapuccino.  Iced caramel latte is what he received, though.  We are talking now.  We are disrupted by a man getting sugar for his coffee and singing.  My friend is proclaiming, "Oh Glorious!"  We discuss the joys of not having homework.  The reason he never received his frapuccino is because there were approximately 15 frapuccinos in line to be created.  Another guy in the corner makes my friend happy because he is wearing a tshirt and shorts.  We left.

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