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ah, starbucks. the land of yuppichinos and chique-lattes. or something like that.

as you sit yourself down, at the table closest to the hot foods, you comfortably adjust your derriere to face the radiator such that you actually fell the sensation of your ass hitting the chair. considering the torrential downpour which has suddenly decided to pms outside, starbucks, with its abundance of body heat and lack of fresh air, was actually a good place to head to.

you smile curtly at your date as he asks if there's anything on your mind, or would you like to stare for a bit at the starbucks menu (seriously, who does this). deciding that you already know what you want, you tell him that you'll get your favourite drink, which is [something i can't pronounce, much less type out here].

unsurprisingly, he gets up and orders a drink for each of you, and even decides to get a piece of brownie. luckily, starbucks doesn't sell bittersweet-flavoured ones. in a few minutes, while you calm yourself down from the earlier excursion into adrenaline-land, he's sat opposite you and, having paid for everything, waves it off as you (half-heartedly) produce your purse from your handbag.

1. 'so, what do you do for a living?'
2. 'you like starbucks?'
3. 'thanks for the treat.'
4. again, smile as you unabashedly pick up one of the two sporks he's provided and take a small slice of the brownie.