Saturday Afternoon In Cottrell Starbucks
It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m sitting in the Cottrell Starbucks enjoying the peace that fills the air of a college town during the weekend. Everything is so quiet and relaxing. Life as I view it outside my window is muffled and the soft music within these four walls creates the illusion of a slowed down peaceful life outside of here. As I type, a warm aroma of Tomato Mozzarella panini makes its way around the spiral steps and up to my seat where I sit. The smell lingers on filling the room. It smells fresh.
Downstairs sits two friends. They too are enjoying the peace of their Saturday. Dressed in the comfiest of clothes, they sit and mingle. They take this time of the slowed-down weekend to catch up with one another as they are much too busy to do so throughout the week with classes and practices. They spill secrets, they giggle, and they look around.
Next to me sits a girl who appears to be in distress. She’s been looking for somewhere to sit for quite a while now before she chooses what appears to be a comfy sofa. It appears she has had to move seats as her computer needs to be charged and there was not an outlet where she was previously sitting. She knows she should have charged it last night, but her friend was borrowing her charger and just now had the chance to return it to her.
Remember the Tomato Mozzarella Panini aroma I mentioned earlier, it appears, the Tomato Panini may belong to her, as well as what appears to be a tea. She takes a sip out of her tea every so often but hardly has the time to as she seems to always be on the go.
There she goes, she’s on the rise again. She takes off down the hall. When she returns she decides the soft music is far too much for her to handle. She must have come here for some quiet, as she probably knew she wouldn’t be able to focus in her dorm full of friends. She decides to drown it out with her noise-canceling headphones.
Suddenly it hits me, there is a reason why she cannot keep put on the comfy sofa she sits on. She’s spying on someone down the hall. And there is a reason her computer needs to keep charge; she needs it to keep her notes. Suddenly it all makes sense. She types eagerly at her keyboard as she tries to jot down any and all information she has learned on her past walk-through with an attempt to not forget a single detail. She needs to make sure she is quick with all of this. First of all, it will only be a matter of time before her subject leaves, and second, her friends are sure to come looking for her soon wondering what she’s been up to this whole time. She sits and wonders, “Is it too soon to do another walk-through?”. “Am I being too obvious”. She thinks to herself, “I must keep changing seats to ensure no one catches on.”
Sure enough, there she goes, changing seats once again.
Who: Secret Spy Girl
Where: Cottrell Starbucks
When: 3pm on a Saturday
What I’m Drinking: Iced Latte
Word count: 532
