I like to sit near the window in the cafe and watch people walk by, wondering if I knew them if i could ever love them. What kind of habits and oddities do these people have? Would they ever love me back? Could anyone love me back? Where is their coat, aren't they cold? Where have they been, where are they going? these things concern me as I drink my coffee in silence. The girl with the dreadlocks and plugs is working again. she asked me how my day was going but I couldn't understand her the first two times. She's kind of over weight so it doesn't matter or worry me. I leave and still had twenty minutes on the meter.