Maybe it was the sign. Music was playing in his head. He was rocking his hips and shoulders as he strolled in. Feeling like he was in one of those old 

Apple

ipod commercials. Hell yeah he thought.

When his eyes opened he expected to see the cafe filled with people. Smiling. Conversations. But it was nearly empty. Strange he thought.

He went up to the counter. Didn't pretend to not know Imogen. That would've only been fun had there been a crowd. Maybe he'd do that at the Friday party.

"How do you do?"

"Fine," she smiled.

Lofi beats was playing on the speakers. He would sometimes listen to that while doing homework. Damn he would never have homework again.

"I'll take the usual."

"Okay. Coming right up."

The electric feeling had evaporated. Now he was feeling cozy. He used his fingers to make sure he still had that book. Yes. It was in his hands still. He then made sure he had his chap stick. Then thought about the party more. Killing time while Imogen made his 

cortado

.

He tipped two dollars on the drink and thanked her. Found a seat in the corner and sat down.