Life was good with the friend. Except he wasn't happy. It had been 4 years of schooling, then 5 more years, and finally another two or three. At this point he was just in it for the pay check but that never came. 

Or at least not yet. But it...

She stopped. To her right was a store front window. Closed during the day it looked like some sort of bar. She saw herself in the reflection her beanie she took off for two seconds, and then slammed it back down, her hair messed up from sleeping and probably wearing...

There were other people at the airport McKayla liked watching. Not in a weird way just she liked imaging what they would be doing if they weren't here. 

Some couples staked out whole areas glaring at anyone who came near. She wondered how they were alone. Probably just watched TV....

Her gate wasn't released yet, but she knew.  Chicago was always gate 6. It didn't matter much besides there weren't many gates. Ten in total, but most of the time only 6 work. 

They were supposed to board in an hour. People kept going up to the desk to ask...

It was like the life of the cafe was drained out. They floated different ideas around for one week Sydney delivered coffee to peoples homes. But that didn't work. Whenever she'd drop the coffee off the people would ask her how she was, if she wanted to come in and...

The next day at the cafe they live streamed the whole day.

"Its about endurance now we gotta practice the whole day, keep up the appearance."

Sydney made a weird set up with three cameras. One pointing down toward the coffee, the other pointing toward the barista and the other pointing towards...

Sydney went to  Imogen Howe with a plan. She was slumped over resting her head on her desk. She didn't even get up when Sydney opened the door. 

"What if we go live everyday?"

"What?"

"You know how you always saying millennials don't drink coffee anymore there just by go pro's and...

That day felt colder than others. McKayla turned her car on from her house ten minutes before she left, and it still wasn't warm. 

It made a sound too, hinting at her that maybe it was time to take it to the shop. She couldn't believe it. The rust around...

“Did you ever read those novels?” She asked McKayla.

“Which?”

“The Russian ones you know like The Idiot and stuff.”

“I uh, I tried I started it, couldn’t, there were so many characters. Names were tough.”

“Yeah I mean I guess.”

“I know I’m the idiot who couldn’t finish the idiot.”

She smiled at this. But...

“It was weird that he ordered that too.”

“What?” Imogen Howe   said.

“It was weird he ordered your drink. Like when he first came in he ordered your drink.”

Imogen looked around her, she couldn’t see it on the menu. 

“Maybe he saw it in a post. Or something like the Instagram.”

“That’s the...