Thoughts of another drink swarmed the young man who sat at the table near the window at a cafe off Baker Ave. Usually the slim, hoodied figure got more coffees than his brain and nerves needed because he was procrastinating on some pending school deadline.

But this time around there was no such. He was done with school. Not that he had graduated or anything, but it became clear that he no longer needed to remain in school.

What did it take for a person to have such a realization? 

Mark Zuckerberg

already had thousands of users for 

Facebook

by the time he dropped out. 

Bill Gates

had already made sales to some of the largest technology corporations before he himself decided to leave 

Harvard

.

Both men had large, obvious signs that maybe staying at university might not be the best use of their time. Perhaps they had stayed a little too long.

He took another sip of his drink. Just with his body. His hands and his neck. Because there was no actual coffee left. The act of taking a drink beckoned him though. There was something celebratory in taking a drink. People did it at birthdays, and when somebody got married. Maybe it was an oral fixation... an embodied 

oral fixation

.

Just a little over an hour and under two hours earlier, he had gotten the news. The winners of the

Westcity

 

hackathon

had been announced. On the

email

he remember reading his name in big, bold font. They had given him the biggest and boldest. Andrew Cook.

It was because while other had joined with teams, Cook had joined by himself. So his team name was just his mere birthname. Andrew Cook.

He had learned about the hackathon at the last moment. Thus he had no time to form a team. And given that this was his first time doing anything of the kind, he had told nobody in his life he was doing it.

As of this moment, he was the only one in his life who had known about the news. As soon as he learned it he had briskly walked, about 1.5 times faster than his usual pace to his normal spot at the cafe right across campus.

He got up to head for the counter. To order a second drink. He felt like celebrating.