
By the motions of his head it's clear that his attempts have been so far unsuccessful.
Next to me a young boy looking exactly like the vampire Spike from Buffy stares at the wall. I wonder if he has a Brit accent. At the table behind me a curious young guy ready to go to Church adjusts his tie while reading a seemingly interesting book on the Gracchi. An old lady, silvery hair, picks up stuff from the ground.
Oh Starbucks, the crossroads of life with a jazz soundtrack.
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