I got out of my car. I sensed that it was about 82 degrees. Very unseasonable. I wished to just lay down on the sidewalk, perhaps an eagle would swoop down low and take me in as one of it's own. This was unlikely so I kept walking. I was out of the car now and on my feet so there really was not much else. I looked like an escapee from either some sort of work release program or a Northeastern writers conference because I was still wearing my cashmere sweater. Like I said, very unseasonable. In an attempt to minimize my visibility to passers-by I ducked into a coffee shop. The girl behind the counter looked as though she had the answers to some very important and philosophical questions.

May I help you?

Yes.

What can I get you?

I'm not sure.

Well, let me know if you decide...

Already she was onto me. I belonged somewhere else and she could tell. She had eyes in her head but they weren't really eyes they were more like something from a film. A film from the 50s when they all got great reviews and all the women appeared to be from an island where they bread beautiful women captivity. See? This is exactly what I am talking about...Of course, she had eyes. She had eyes and they were teal. Like a whale or another kind of majestic sea creature. I thought about asking her to leave her work station and run away to Vancouver with me. I dismissed the idea.

I've decided.

Yes?

I'll have 2 Chai Latte's with extra foam.

Green or Spiced tea?

Um.

I'll just do spiced.

I had a book in my hand and was hoping she would notice. I was hoping that It would be (in her opinion) the best book ever written.

That will be seven dollars and sixteen cents.

I handed her my debit card. I was not one hundred percent sure whether the card contained the available funds but what was money? The bank would pay for my Chai Latte and I would pay the bank thirty dollars in penalties in about a month when I got around to it. I was glad I did not bring up the Vancouver idea. The bank would catch on about half way through Tennessee and I'd have to come clean with her. Speaking of her, I wondered if she had a name. I looked for a name tag and failed to notice one. I gave her a name: Isabelle. I decided her friends called her Izzy.

Listen, Izzy...You and I both know this is ridiculous.

Excuse me?

What I mean, is that you don't want to be here and I am not sure where I want to be. Don't you know it's like 82 degrees out? We should both be on a boat somewhere drinking import beers and talking about gallery exhibitions. We're simply too good for this entire stinky mess!

Sir...

IZZY! Don't you know there are people out there as we speak walking dogs, expressing themselves sexually, throwing frisbee, living off grants, saving gorillas, drinking in dimly lit Dublin pubs???

She decided not to indulge me with response. She pierced something inside of me with those teal things in her head as they rolled and shifted toward the tile floor. She handed me back my card. I signed the receipt. I left a sturdy tip and walked out into everywhere.

It was 3:37PM and already the sun was diminishing. Soon I would have to head to the job and punch in for a decent eight fifteen an hour.