This visit is much different than the previous.  The coffee shop is filled with people mingling amongst each other.  I am sitting in one of the opposite pair of green chaurs than last time.  There are two men in a different corner than last, also different men, discussing business politics and efficiency this or production that.  A man in a black leather motorcycle-esque jacket is putting creamer in his coffee.  There is a girl behind me that is taking notes on note cards from what most girls would deem a “cute” note card holder—it has nice Easter colored horizontal stripes.  One of the Starbucks employees just smiled at me.  She has black hair.  Three guys stand up to leave, and a woman joins them.  There is a male college student highlighting important terms and phrases in his textbook.  The shop is not as full or loud as it was earlier, and the soft jazz is more audible than before.  The frapuccino grinder is grinding away.  “Grande non-fat mocha …” something or other.  A young couple enters.  The girl is in all black with a pink shirt under the black outer one.  A woman in approximately her thirties comes and sits in the green chair next to me, and she begins pulling out a “The Anatomy of Coloring Book” book along with normal and thin markers.  She is wearing a bright, bright green Old Navy Fleece Half zip top.  There is an old man across the middle reading a magazine.  There is a guy or girl (I cant decide which) on a laptop not far from the old man. He just looked at me, so I determined it was a he.  His laptop has a sticker on the back of the screen.  Two very attractive girls walk in talking, and one looks at me, then both move to the ordering line.  Blue Monk begins to play…I love that chart.  The entire scene has now been sufficiently described, so sit back and enjoy the warm weather. (diddly doo wah doo wah…dit duh doo wap.  Skiddidle ooo skoot cha wah.  Doo wah…doo wah)

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