I planted myself at the neighborhood Starbuck's to study and catch up on some reading that I missed out on while reorganizing my apartment. Two royal purple plush chairs sit in the front window, occupied by two young and attractive women. Two young and attractive women with little on the brain. The first, brunette, talks fast. Unapologetically uses "like" to accent her already hysterical speech. Every third phrase ends with "you know". The second, blonde, quiet. Intently listening, agreeing wholeheartedly with the shallow laments of her dearest friend. Frequently responds "totally". The pair discuss their "relationships". I quote this because they are hardly more than games. The boy in the corner with a burgundy - no dark maroon sweater smirks. He can't help himself. He hasn't seen a display of youthful emptiness of this magnitude in weeks.
