Starbucks

Somewhere near the West Hills in Portland is a Starbucks.  Cities and Starbucks belong together I have decided.  They are reliable, always there.

I am in the city today - this rainy day.   The sky is gray, gray, and grey.  And my mood led me to this comfy couch flanked by lamps that give a certain warmth to this otherwise ambivalent day.

There is a girl in her 20's sitting in a chair right in front of me.  She just loaded up her purse, jangled her keys, stood up - white coat with furry hood is going on... adjusting shirt - and with the click of her heels, she is out the door...driving away in a maroon Rodeo.   

There is a guy sitting across from me to my right - sitting in a rather comfy looking chair.  He must be a student as he is studying a text book about photosynthesis and is writing notes in his spiral notebook.  Very college like.  Let's call him...Adam.  He looks like he could be an Adam.  He has dark hair - very dark.  It comes past his shoulders with plenty of soft curl.  Dark eyes, light stubble, red zip-up hoodie - black jeans, Nike shoes, and a number 2 pencil in his hand.  He seems like a simple-basics person.  Right-handed.

Two ladies are conversing in a nook over in that corner.  Lady A, whom we shall call Claudia, is presenting product to Lady B, whom we shall call..... Sarah.  With an H.  Beauty products are the focus of their conversation as they are all lined up on the table...and it looks like Sarah is a client - or soon will be.  They are at a table with two small lamps that have blue, blue lamp shades that are glowing.  Claudia has an accent.  From where, I am not quite sure.  Sarah - does not.

Three ladies are at a circle table.  I have heard the words stage, art, and have seen a childrens book on their table.  They are planning something.  "Wholesale cost" was just mentioned.

The chair that was left vacant by the girl that drove away in the maroon Rodeo is now occupied by an older gentleman.  I bet he is retired.  No wedding ring.  Blue jeans, blue-collared shirt with a green v-neck sweater over the blue-collared shirt.

Adam is zipping up his back pack.  Checking his iPhone.  I think he is leaving.

The older gentleman, whose profile reminds me of an English Lord, is enjoying his beverage.  Coffee no doubt.  He even has the pouchy stomach of an English Lord.  Regular white sport socks with basic brown shoes that could have been purchased at a basic shoe store.  Let's call him Evan.  An umbrella is on the side table next to his chair.   No newspaper, no book, no company, just him.  He rarely takes a sip.  Maybe it's still too hot.

The three ladies, Sue, Angela and MaryAnne, have just left.  They seemed pleased with how the time was spent at their little round table.

Claudia and Sarah and still vibrantly conversing over the beauty products.

Evan just took a sip, placed his cup back down on the side table, leaned back in his chair - put his right hand up to the side of his head and crossed his right leg over his left.

Me?  I am just sitting here.  Rather mellow.  Really mellow.  In a state of mellow observation.  I am blogging about the people around me, nonchalantly watching the people come and go.