I’ve always had this thing of noticing little things about people; the twitching, the shaky hands,
that the loose threads on their shirts cloths, the barely-there hole on their denim jeans, the unshaven part of their chin, the scar she hides just below her left ear, the fake rolex he’s wearin’.
Take now for example. I’m currently at The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf. It’s a busy day and the shop’s quite packed more than usual. Looking straight, I see the shop’s smoking area / balcony separated by glass walls; Tomas Morato in the distance.
6 0’clock. Right behind me, there’s a guy. Asian (of course?), mid-20’s, sporting a gaudy-looking Movado chronograph, basic white tee, mom jeans, dark-framed glasses, and trendy boat shoes. He has a 12-inch Asus ee netbook, and a candy bar Nokia phone. Apparently he ordered a regular mochaccino. It’s funny because Continue reading