Pitter, patter, homework matters

   The afternoon is sunny and humid compared to the cold and rainy morning.  It is not as busy as it is in the morning.  There are a couple of people studying in their laptops.  There are two people individually in their laptops and three in normal computers. One of them is wearing an orange shirt and the other two, I cannot tell, because of the sun-shadow.  There are two study groups: one is made up of two Asian girls and the other is made up of two blonde girls and a brunette boy.  There are three people eating in front of the bagel shop.  There is a short line of four people that are ordering their food. 
   The group of three people that were eating in front of the bagel shop, walked towards a table and sat down.  This group is made up of two medium tall sized guys and a full size woman.  A guy in a gray shirt sits in the third computer to my left and opens up his account. A woman came in with a toddler in a blue jersey and he ran away from her. 
    My friend and I are sitting in front of a TV and we see a preview of a Dracula related film and I mention how it would be so cool to see it.  She then mentions how she is a jumpy person and I tell her that we could sit in the very back row so that no one is on our backs.  As I look around there is a girl in a pink sweater that is also in the computer behind me.  The guy in the orange  sweatshirt that was sitting in the computer row in front of me, left.  It is also the row where the guy in the gray shirt is sitting in. 
    The little kid in the blue jersey is running around and the woman he is with keeps an eye on him from far away.  However he knows that his place is next to her and always returns to her.  He also does not stray.  He then follows the woman that is with him away from the bagel shop. One of the guys that was in the normal computer behind me, is now gone with a stout girl.  
    Three older man grab their bagels and sit behind me.  They do not look like regular customers, but as if though they are in charge of something.  I say this, because they have walkie-talkies.   A blonde guy in a horizontal stripped muscle shirt, sits next to me and starts eating what looks like something he saved from another fast food restaurant.  He looks like he was working out, because he is also wearing basketball shorts.  He is a very tall guy, so what looks like food for four people, is good enough for him.