Starbucks in the Hospital.

The service guy behind the counter has put on a new CD - Latino, or something. He puts a spin on his heel as he froths the milk. Seven doctors sit on the the centre couch discussing work over coffee, ocassionally cracking a joke, occasionally leafing through the magazine rack. Two men sit in another corner, business suits bent over serious matters, trying not to melt their starched bodies. I sit at the last corner alone, spent from making phonecalls, in a blue armchair taken from a childhood dream, sipping a grande latte.