I was leaning against the counter in a smoothie bar, waiting to meet up with a friend. It was his college campus, not mine, which is why we were meeting in a public place and not a dorm hall or classroom building. I suppose we could have rendez voused at the Newman Center, which is where we originally met, but he was currently avoiding a beautiful, cold-hearted girl who frequented there – drama, dram drama… I shook my head.
The shop was bright, with white and azure-blue tiles lining the walls. The counter was clean pink lacquer, and the floor a dizzying array of green, pink, and stone white tiles. A display of frozen yogurt decorated the wall behind the counter, and accents of fruit dotted about the room were a nod to their main advertised product.
Leisurely waiting, and with nothing else to do, I stared at the tv…
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