Observations

“It’s not you, it’s me”. Despite the obvious cliché, these words tumble out of the mouth of a smug looking blond male as he attempts to keep a distressed expression on his face in a crowded coffee shop. I don’t buy it. His girlfriend, or former girlfriend I’d assume, doesn’t either. The pretty brunette appears to be struggling between pulling a “smack and run” and vacating the coffee shop or simply bursting into tears. Eventually she storms out, leaving him to drown in his own tears or more realistically, grab another coffee and scan the room for future prey.
Then there’s the ever-perky cashier. Either he really likes his job or he noticed that the tip jar’s running low and is hoping to make a few bucks by chatting up anyone and everyone. Even the girl making the drinks is getting annoyed. She keeps a nice, tight smile on but it tends to slip a bit whenever Mr. Annoying Man tells another customer some lame joke that no one really gets or laughs at. He must really want more tips, but according to the near empty tip jar, he’s clearly not working it enough.
The two girls in the corner have either never been to a coffee shop or they don’t actually like coffee. The cups of dark temptation haven’t moved from their spots on the table for quite a while. Perhaps they’re just entirely too engrossed in their conversation to notice something like a mere cup of coffee but it’s doubtful. From the several and frequent pauses, the girls seem to be there more for the “scene” then to actually drink coffee and partake in conversation.
Over at the table is a frantic looking girl with her laptop. From the bags under her eyes and the disheveled dirty blonde hair, it looks like she’s been working on something big for a while. You can practically see the deadline looming over her head like a sharp guillotine. She’s paying little to no attention to anyone as she types madly types away, lost in her own world.