Ben thoughts of the dude watching him vanished as yet another weird man started to speak loudly on his cell phone. It was something kind of demeaning to the barista, who still looked annoyed even after he'd cleaned up his mess. Then, to his surprise, the old guy on the phone didn't leave. Instead, he walked straight toward his tall table and acknowledged him.
Ben furrowed his brow. What? Lindsay Lohan?
"Uh. No?" he said, unsure if that was the right answer. That seemed to be the answer that meant "Please, join me as you rudely blabber into your phone". Still, for some reason Ben couldn't deny him the seat. Something about respecting his elders being imprinted deep into his brain, or something. "You can, uh, sit. If you want."