Addicted to green teas, shaken teas, green tea macchiatos, lattes the striking brunette walks through the parking lot full of rusted out, beat up, nasty, ghetto fabulous cars. Wow, her own piece of shit car is practically a Ferrari compared to these death traps. Its friday. Its payday. She knows Mr. Dan at the Barnes and Noble cafe is wondering where she is. Her venti green tea with extra liquid sweetener is getting cold. She was supposed to be there already.

Brunette beauty knows she's late. Stayed up partying too late the night before. Had to get the weeks worth of work and classes and homework and priorites out of her mind and the booze was calling. Mr. Dan is going to be disappointed. Mr. Dan is the gentleman who works in the cafe at Barnes and Noble. Brunette and Mr. Dan have never met officially but Mr. Dan knows that brunette beauty comes in every friday at noon to destress and always orders a venti green tea with extra liquid sweetener. The only person who likes liquid sweetener.

Brunette beauty hurries through the door to the front desk where she collects her paycheck...damn she wished she had direct deposit. Now she runs to wal*mart..the ghetto one. She waits in line, smelling the weed on the person in front of her and the lingering scent of unwashed bodies. She doesn't care, this is the closest check cashing place and her tank is on E. She'll have to get gas before anything else.

Check is cashed, money in hand or rather deep inside the backpack on her back...we're in the ghetto here, purses get nabbed all the time, brunette beauty unlocks her car door and prepares to fight the crazies who clearly must have bribed the people at the DMV. All this, just for a green tea? Yeah, its worth it.

She drives across town nearly rearending some idiot who is in both the forward and the turning lane and still hasn't decided what he wants to do and then almsot running over the poor little man in the power wheelchair thing..."are those even street lega?" she wonders.

Finally at her destination, she politely opens the door for a woman in her mid 30s who just looks at her like she is trash and doesn't even say thank you. Ha! Brunette beauty knows better than that and looks over her shoulder to throw 30 something lady a nasty look...only to find her tripping up in her heels, off the curb and spill her purse all over the road. "Haha 30 something woman, Karma's a bitch," she laughs to herself.

Just when the day is starting to get better she looks at the cafe counter ahead. Where is Mr. Dan? Kevin, a young kid who is in some MIT tech school or something..she never really cared to listen...was at the counter. Kevin makes horrible beverages..brunette beauty would rather drink camel spit than something Keven made. He is nice though so she decides to just order a cookie and chat a bit, trying not to look sad that Mr. Dan is nowhere to be found. :(

When what do you know??? Mr. Dan comes from out of the kitchen or whatever is in that little door behind the counter, venti green tea with extra sweetener in hand.

Brunette beauty is estactic. This is what she waits all week for. She chats with Mr. Dan for a bit while she pays and then and goes to find a table not too near anyone else where she can enjoy her tea and read her book for class. She finds one near the window in the sun.

Brunette beauty has been reading "Three Cups of Tea" for class. Her ears perk up after about an hour of good study time when she hears a velvety voice coming from the counter. "I'll have a venti green tea with extra sweetener," says Sexy nerdy boy in Armani shirt.

Brunette beauty thinks to herself, "hello lover."