Currently sitting in a booth with my little sister, we’ve got our laptops out and such…HOMEWORK time.

The thing is I can’t focus on what to write, and the way my hands are positioned above my keyboard is uncomfortable and not natural. It looks like I’m playing the piano.

Anyway, there’s this group of three sitting around a round table. Two men and a woman. They’re all done up, but casually. So, the men are wearing Italian leather shoes with jeans rolled up at the bottom, with nice wrist watches and fresh haircuts, and plaid button-up shirts. The woman is really pretty, too. Her hair is chopped short above her shoulders and has nice wavy curls in it like in the hair commercials. Her pants are big around her tiny waist (fashion-choice) and the stripes are horizontal and tall.

A man walks in. He’s heavier set and not as clean-cut. He wears a leather jacket and what looks like Nike or Oasis sneakers. He is not as done up as them, but one of them stands up and greets him with one of those one arm guy hugs and then they fist bump or whatever.

“Hey man, it’s good to see you!” Says plaid shirt with Italian leather shoes, “How’re you doing?”

“I’ve had better days,” says leather jacket. They all sit down. The three done-ups sort of sitting on one side of the round table facing the non-done up guy. He’s having…marriage problems, I think. Says something about “she thinks I’m…and I’ve dated some girls…she’s dated here and there…but now…”

For once I am peeved that the strangers near me aren’t being obnoxiously loud. LET ME HEAR ABOUT YOUR LIFE! I DON’T WANT TO DO MY HOMEWORK!