I learned something recently.
The combination of a good friend, a leather chair at Starbucks,
and a vente frappe (with whip)
makes an hour and a half fly by much too quickly.
You talk. Feel super comfy in the squishy chairs.
Chat. Gab. Talk. Sip your frappes.
You talk about anything you want.
Because nothing seems to silly to talk about.
You ignore the flirt working behind the counter
(while still being, you know, gratified that he noticed you).
You talk. Take a restroom break.
(All that coffee, you know?)
You curl up comfortably in the chair.
Absentmindedly wipe the cup condensation off the arm of chair.
It's already time to go? No way.
I wish I had taken that picture, but...pic credit goes to: Toshihiro Oimatsu [CC-BY-2.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons