Every seat at the Starbucks is taken.
I make eye contact with a guy wearing loafers & khakis. He needs a seat too.
Need a plug, so I circle the room. Nothing.
Must email time sensitive doc, so I go outside.
Praying the battery has life.
Crack open my laptop, send the doc.
Guy in the loafers & khakis snags a seat inside.
We’re facing each other, divided by a window. I peer inside, notice he didn’t buy anything. Just a cup from Buttercelli, a bakery across the street.
I mad dog him, until my battery dies.