Tall beauty, thin, back-length black hair straight in the traditional style. Too cool for coffee. Orders a strawberry smoothie, declines to drink it onsite, keys jingling around one thin wrist on her way to the door.
Silver glitter phone case, rings, bangs, perfect teeth. Texts with both thumbs, behind the table fort she's made of her little pink purse.
Pudgy Mister Thinkpad takes charge of his corner, moving chairs, sliding side tables, positioning ottomen to his liking, ending in a bent-over posture with his computer practically on the ground. To each his own.