All rushing very impatient like, a snake waiting to get it's dinner. Everyone is always sitting with their own little clique, as always so many different cultures and conversation keep the place alive.
I hurry over to the pasta line because, i've been craving some pasta. As I wait patiently in the line, i'm behind two people, specifically a couple who is chatting with the cook on the other side of the counter. They seem like they know the cook very well, my conclusion from eaves dropping into their conversation. The boy says something very rude to anger his friends, well they seem to be more then friends. He says that the cook lady's eyes widen in shock as do mine. Finally, they get to their food and I get mind IT'S ABOUT TIME. As I sit down to eat, I notice the same couple is sitting at the table in front of me. Although, now it seems that the girl friends is no longer upset. They are now having a good dinner. As I began to finish my meal I hear silence and realize there isn't as much people in here right now.
Ethnography
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