It’s 6:19 a.m. on a weekday. So, of course, The lovey-dovey Couple is sauntering in.
Sauntering is the right word too. Because, even though they arrive like-clockwork, and arrive in separate cars (perhaps on their way from home and heading out to work in different directions), they always walk together and casually into the Starbucks, always conversing, and always smiling or nodding: attentive to each other.
They seem to be genuinely in love—genuinely interested in one another. Engrossed even, as though none of the rest of us are even here. Except for placing their order, they talk only with each other. But not in a snobby way. It’s less about a disinterest in others than a all-consuming interest in each other.
They are an attractive couple too, late thirties to early 40s, both wearing blue jeans and tee shirts. She has gorgeous, blonde hair, going all the way to her lower back. He’s got a rugged, healthy look and an affable countenance, even though it’s only for her.
They leave the way they came in—fully engrossed in conversation and strolling slowly, as though they want the moment to last. They part without a kiss, each getting in their separate cars.
In and out in two minutes, and always within two minute of 6:19 a.m.