When the cup was empty he thought of returning to the counter and ordering another drink. Definitely not another coffee. He was amped to the gils. Max thought one of those caffeine free teas would be nice. Calm on his nerves and refershing for his palette as well.

He had nursed that mocha for close to an hour. He hadn't done any work like the other folks on laptops. Hadn't begun reading the Norwegian crime novel he had brought with him. The past hour he had spent fully immersed in his surroundings. Taking everybody and their demeanors in. The Shins playing over the speakers also helped.

Once his drink was gone he became anxious. He didn't want to read. But he wanted to continue this feeling of being immersed into the setting. Being a part of this 

cafe

. He thought again like he had been on the walk over here from the free parking area. What life would've been like had he been one of those kids who had gone to college straight out of high school. He felt like he would've made a really good college student. The kind that got good grades but also partied and had a social life.

It was a shame that he didnt' come from a family that could support that kind of life. He didn't know when he would finally get over not having had that experience. How long would he come to cafes like this in order to pretend like he was one of 'them'?