Last night was mostly spent drinking with some friends, so you obviously need some caffeine to jump start this inevitably long search. Checking the mall directory, you see a Starbucks to the right of where you are. Sweet.
The smile of victory quickly disappears when you see the long line in front of the place. You stand in line, behind this nerdy looking guy and this rail-thin girl who looks like she needs more than a coffee if she's going to live another day. The weak talent doesn't make the waiting any easier. You wonder if you should just go look for your friend instead of having Starbucks take away a day from your life, but what the hell, it's not like there's anything else lined up for you today.
Suddenly, you hear someone call your name. Looking around, you spot about 20 people back in the line (yes, it's that long). You wave to her to come up to where you are, despite the angry threats that are coming from the 20 people behind you.
As she walks up the line, you check out the fine piece of ass that is your friend. A shock of shoulder-length black hair drapes across her milk-white skin, contrasting against her purple contacts and full, glossy lips. She's a little on the short side, 5'1", with an <appropriate> 32b rack, which brings a little disappointment to your eyes, you being the boob man and all (can't win them all). She's in heels with a white A&F miniskirt, which goes well with her button-down shirt.
"Hi, what's going on?" she asks. |