"What are you, fuckin' new?"

The atmosphere pushes film music to the ends of my brain. I want to people watch. I want to nod my head to the music. I want to think about the rain outside, which makes me think about the most irrational scenarios involving the man of my dreams.

I came here with people, but they've set themselves to studying together...on the opposite side of the room. But that's okay, I'm left alone to my thoughts, which weave in and out to make an extensive unrealistic, but enjoyable nonetheless, daydream.

My cafe mocha flies down my throat, warming my insides that flutter like butterflies, and churns like uneasy prey.

And is there any reason as to why this one guy is taking up a whole fucking couch?

"Um, this is a chips and cheese conversation, nach-os!"

The rain is coming down cats and dogs-or lions and wolves-in a small French town. A girl, just out of college, is waiting for her ride. Her bag is getting soaked due to the lack of shelter in the area. "Great, that's all I need; a soggy laptop and an unreliable roommate," she thought to herself. If she were to come by shelter anywhere near where she was supposed to be picked up, it'd be considered trespassing. The small house behind her did look unoccupied at the moment though. Trespassing it is! The girl ran to the porch of this little, yellow chateau. She sat upon a bench, which was once probably completely white, but the paint had been chipping. Either the bench was meant to rock back and forth, or it was broken. Most likely the latter, but it was still fun. It creaked loudly as she swung. It kind of played the tune of a classic song she loved to sing. The girl looked left, right, then left again to make sure no one would hear her. She began to sing the song, backup brought to you by an old, creaky bench. The song was nothing but a whisper for a few seconds, but her courage-or stupidity-made her sing louder. After a few moments, she was belting at the top of her lungs, until...

My grandfather just turned eighty-six! I miss him. He lives in Montana.

...the door of the silent house opened slowly, but it creaked just as much as the bench. A white face peered through the doorway. "Can I help you?" The man asked.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry...I didn't think anyone was here...it's raining so hard...my laptop..."

"It's fine. You could have tried knocking first though." She looked down and blushed. To interrupt the silent embarrassment, he asked her, "are you waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, my roommate. She was supposed to pick me up an hour ago. Probably held up at work. She should be here any moment, I'm really sorry."

"It's fine. Do you...want to come in?"

Sometimes, new situations arise that give you a feeling. This feeling-your intuition-might tell you, "Avoid at all costs! Get away!" But this wasn't the case and thank God. Her flats were too soaked, the roads were slippery, and she's not fast to begin with. Not to mention her heavy bag weighing down her shoulder. She'd have no choice but to drop it, and the asshole would get a brand new laptop. Good thing he seems trust-worthy....

I don't feel like finishing this daydream, I just got a phone call. Since it is my daydream, rest assured that it ends happy.