While Ted had an issue with too many messages, Simon had gotten one. Or two. No one wanted him? He'd seen the ads; he'd called a few of them and had only heard back from one. Or had received a message from her. He still wasn't sure what had happened there. He'd yet to see Jennifer, and he was beginning to wonder if she was still around. Or if she wanted to see him.
Trying to distract himself from that rather depressing bit of thinking, Simon had decided to see if he could get a girl's phone number. It was a ridiculous idea because all he'd managed to get from the girl behind the counter, or the barista as he'd learned they were called, was a very expensive cup of passable coffee.
So, with his expensive cup of coffee, Dr. Simon Tam settled at a table not far from an old "patient" and stared. This was pathetic, and he knew he'd have to do something about it soon. He wasn't getting any younger, and the visit to the asylum had bothered him. What had he done with his life so far? What was he doing with it now? He took a sip of the coffee and made a face. He had tipped her, too!