Stories In A Local Coffee Shop

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Good morning everyone! Or good night. Or good relative space of time, I still don't know how the internet works and for all I know this could be read on a distant planet that has three suns and also hates their Time Warner Cable subscription.

Even though my bank account is slowly being chipped away by $4 designer lattés, I've taken to writing outside the house. I think that everyone is watching and judging me (because I'm a horrible narcissist) so if maybe if someone sees me on Reddit they'll think, "That's not a real writer. She's wasting time on pictures of puppies and kittens and odd but hilarious traffic signs." You know. The stuff that most of the internet is made of.

Anyway, this one coffee shop in Hollywood has become an interest of mine, mostly because everyone that comes in here to work on their sticker-ridden Macbooks are stupid attractive. And when I say stupid attractive, I mean that if someone was to talk to me, I would be so flustered that I would probably have a minor stroke, causing me to start blurting out random words. 

So in order to make them human beings, I've decided to cast them all in a movie.

GUY ACROSS FROM ME: Do-what-it-takes journalist, currently back in Los Angeles after this second round in Syria. He's resentful because his Editor In Chief has moved him on to the celebrity journalist circuit. But he also enjoys the lattés and regaling people with stories of his bravery. But when he starts delving into a celebrity profile he sees that the starlet is not all she seems - this story might be his most dangerous yet.

PIXIE CUT BEHIND THE REGISTER: Raised in a hyper religious family in a section of California you've never heard of, she moved to Los Angeles after falling in love with the roguish skater boy. She started taking night classes at UCLA and developed an obsessive love for Kierkegaard. Now she's just trying to get over her "professional" skateboarding Ex by having a crush on her co-worker who is nicer than he wants to be.

AGING SUITED MAN: Huge Hollywood power player in the 1970s, he actually had a torrid affair with Faye Dunaway. In an attempt to seek new blood, he was unceremoniously let go from the company he worked so hard to create. Sure, he's old enough to retire, but sitting around the house is life sucking. Trying to be hip, he throws on his blazer and jeans and heads to the trendy coffee shop, looking for the next muse to put him back on top.

GUY AT THE BAR: He's a model. Born to be, bred to be. But after drunkenly admitting his real age at an industry party, he is forced to accept that the end of his career is nigh. With people more focused on his chiseled jaw and impeccably constructed shoulders, he starts to scheme on how he can break free from this superficial life and explore a career with more meaning. 

GUY RIGHT NEXT TO ME: In a completely classic meet-cute, he notices the talented and expressive writer next to him and asks her out for drinks. Happiness ensues.

Alright. That's all. Time to get back to work.