"I'm sorry, how much?!" Alice looked at the Starbucks barista like he grew a second head. She wanted a black cup of coffee with some French vanilla creamer, not a twenty-word cappuccino. The barista sighed and looked clearly annoyed. Baristas always looked annoyed. "4.57." He said. Alice rolled her eyes and gave him a five. Taking her change she made a quick turn to the back booth and opened her clunky HP laptop. Taking a sip of her coffee she connected to the Starbucks (she decided from now on to call it Fivebucks) wifi. Once connected, she opened her web browser and instantly went into full hunchback mode, crouching over the table with her face inches away from the screen; scrolling instantly to about the only website she ever visited. "Come on, it's been three months. There has to be a new audition coming up." She thought. If she was going to be spending five dollars on a semi-plain cup of coffee every day she needed to start making some. Or at least get enough to buy a coffee pot and some creamer. "May I sit here," A voice came from above her. "Not now, God, I'm busy." She thought to herself. She gave her index finger a break and leaned back into the chair to look up at the stranger. It was not God. This was a person. She began to wish it was God.
“Is this seat taken,” he pressed.
"No, but can you not find another table?" She said to him. He smirked, oddly handsomely, and said, "look, I just spent 4.57 on a cup of black coffee with almond creamer. I don't think I would like to sit with a bunch of people sipping forty-word frappés." She looked at him stunned for a second. Then she said, "Pop a squat there," she gestured in front of her, raised her vanilla creamer coffee to him and said, "welcome to the family." They clicked coffee cups and laughed. "I'm Alice," she said, "what's your name?"
"Nice to meet you, Alice," he said, "I'm Daniel."