Who: Jared and
Where: a street filled with boutiques
What: People-watching as per usual.
When: Saturday, January 5th, morning
Would you look at the happy couple? Jared kept his eyes trained on a woman and a man five tables away from him. He nursed his coffee as if savoring an aged wine, taking a sip in five minute intervals, dragging out his stay. The two persons in question grinned and laughed over mundane topics turned ludicrous. He almost scoffed into his French Roast. The rest of the cafe's patrons may have been fooled, but he knew a troubled relationship when he saw one. The pair across from him was doomed. It almost hurt to watch how both parties feigned interest in one another. Perhaps they were making another unknown factor envious. How juvenile. If Jared had been in either of their shoes, he'd be sure to have a good time, especially if no strings were attached. People fell victim to puppetry far too easily.
He drew his jacket in close to his body, grumbling about the cold and how the positioning of the cafe's umbrellas was useless. Never again would he come to a place so beneath him; not unless the people were worth his time. He fiddled with his phone and began reading over a few of the files he had prepared. "McKinley hasn't seen much outside of Ms. Berry's slushie incident... Hardly dramatic or heart-wrenching." He contemplated what making a pass at all the senior girls would accomplish. A lot of angry boyfriends perhaps. That'd be fun. "If you like it then you should've put a ring on it~"