Am I a third wheel or a creeper?

I arrive at the Caravan and take my usual seat, I'm able to observe and hear everyone from this spot. A couple walks in, they look very upset and sit down, I listen to the murmuring and realize they are speaking Spanish. Porque no quiero hablar! She whispers and he stops whispering to her.
Wow! Another couple, they walk in holding hands, she has brown hair and pale skin, a satchel across her shoulder, he is darker and is working a pull over hair style, glasses, and a button up shirt. They discuss he menu and she points at the teas. As he walks away she grabs his arm and clings to him, when he begins to order she finds he table next to me just like the other couple and they sit together and hold hands across the table. They lean in and whisper, but I can't hear this couple.
A third couple! The man orders a double vanilla iced mocha and the girl orders an iced latte. The man is very tall and spots tattoos and a ball cap, while the girl sports "hipster glasses" and a tie dye tank top.
I'm starting to see a trend on this strange evening.. It must be the fall creeping in, the third couple shuffles out while the second couple continue holding hands as they drink some kind of iced beverage.
To break the trend, two men enter, one is white with red hair, dressed in a white T shirt and basketball shorts and the other man is tall and African American, they take a long time to order but I don't hear what they eventually get.
Another couple enters, the man is wearing a blue beanie and a wife beater, and is tall, the girl is short with blue shorts and light brown hair, they sit down without ordering.
Three girls enter already eating ice cream and order a cake pop for one of their daughters. She follows them as they sit down yelling mama! Mama!!
Two younger men and a your gal enter, one of the boys shouts "my mom would not like you!" As they walk in, he has poofy red hair and glasses. The trio sit down next to me and the red haired boy begins to tell them about his job, how he actually has to have conversations with people if they start talking to him. Really?!!!? The other two ask surprised, I wonder where he works.. "I usually have capuchinos three times a day" he states loudly. I'm not quite sure where the conversation is going when I can't fully hear but I assume he works at a coffee shop. He reminds me of the weird kid from Victorious that collects old gum. "Is something biting us???!" He asks loudly and shakes his leg around.
I agree, mosquitoes are eating me alive.. I can't wait for winter.
Finally, the group leaves and I realize I'm alone.
See ya skeeters!