Gentleman

Window seats in coffee shops are nice. I remember sitting with my grandfather in a coffee shop somewhere, after I did some sort of presentation about the solar system. It was hard to see outside because of the sun's rays reflecting off of the glass, so I pressed my face right against the window and counted the cars that passed by. How blissful it would be to be able to amuse yourself with such trivialities.

With that being said, I am rather jealous of Venus, who seemed to be quite content looking out the window and mouthing numbers as cars passed by. Her iced cappuccino isn't so iced anymore. 

"I don't quite understand why you called me out here," I conceded flatly. She took a small sip of her now melted, watery drink. I could swear she was going for some sort of dramatic pause.