fenris23

He sat in the Starbucks sipping his white chocolate mocha through the thin plastic lid. He had been late and there had been no chairs and no sign of the person he was to meet. Eventually someone left and he got a seat. He was hoping that the meeting would be similar eventually he would turn around and she would be there. Unlikely as these things go. People, unlike chairs, are less likely to show up the longer you wait. Maybe she went to the wrong coffee shop in a city built out of them. Maybe shed had to cancel. Maybe worst of all she had come and left. Annoyed with his lateness, too tired from his absence to wait for his presence. It was approaching an hour since their appointment.

It smelled like coffee roasted for too long.