Scenes in a Cafe, 1

A lot of life happens over a Latte.

I was sitting in Starbucks the other afternoon, waiting for a friend and catching up on some old New Yorkers. It was around 5:30 -- caffeine rush hour, second only to the 8:45AM pre work cappuccino run -- and the rain had finally subsided. A girl was sitting next to me in a white blouse and skirt, hair down and a bit unkempt. She wore solid frye boots over black stockings that lead up to a short skirt. That was her day outfit. As she sipped her ventie iced latte, she pulled her hair up, teasing out a poof and pinning it carefully. Her frye boots were traded in for knee-high black patent stilettos and the top button of her blouse was quickly undone. Her makeupless face now was adorned with rosey blush and glossy pink lipstick. Her crackberry started shaking on the cafe table and she picked it up, threw her oversized purse over her shoulder grabbed her plastic cup and iced beverage and was off. 10 minutes and 8 fl. oz had passed during her transformation. Now that's a new yorker.