Coffee Crazed pt 7

            As I sat in the shop I listened to a young boy talk to his father. They discussed spaceships and the boy was so animated when he would talk about everything he knew about them. He began telling his father how one day he was going to build a spaceship and fly his whole family to the moon. The father smiled the whole time he listened to his son talk. He would ask questions and watch, as his son would gladly respond. The two were drinking hot chocolate.

            A familiar face walked in the shop today. It was Jan, however, she was without Martha as she entered the shop. When the two are together at the shop they sit and can talk for hours on end. When she was alone though, Jan simply ordered a Large Iced Tea, and walked out to her car. The employees all seemed tired, including Red, but they kept pushing forward and taking and completing orders. I only saw one student hard at work today, but this one student had found a way to take up a whole corner of the shop for himself. He had his books, papers, laptop, tablet, phone, drink, etc. spread out across a multitude of tables.  His multiple screens reflected off of his glasses and the empty coffee cups indicated he had been there for quite some time. He looked like he had simply woken up and gone to the coffee shop and had been there since, as his clothes looked like pajamas.

            Two young women sat on the couch and both had the same book in hand. They discussed a chapter of the book as if they were in a sort of book club.  They were very animated as they shared their own views on the book. Next to them was a man listening to his iPod and drinking a smoothie. He nodded his head to every beat of his music and sometimes would hum a few notes, which caused some people to turn their heads.

            One of the employees finished he shift but rather than take off she got a drink from the back, brought it to one of the front tables, and drank it as she relaxed in a chair. She continued a conversation with one of the other employees as he continued to work.

            A boy in his teens sat in the back corner and was drawing what seemed like anything that came to mind. He let his creativity flow from his pencil as he sketched. Many people who would pass by him on their way to the doors couldn’t help but stop and look over his shoulder to view his work and compliment him.