Internal Monologue

I love it when they do that pattern on the top. I’ve seen them do it loads of times, but I’ve never quite figured out the technique. Maybe it’s a magic flick of the wrist or something.
It must be hectic working behind the coffee machine, constantly making espressos and steaming milk for the next order. I would get so annoyed with those people who want only one shot, but with Soya and then not too much foam and so on. I wonder if they flob in their coffees, like chefs do if you are rude about them?
Great, there’s a table by the wall. It's next to the coffee machine though. The grinder is really annoying when I’m trying to write.
Sod it.
I can’t believe how busy it gets in here. All the tables seem to be taken and yet there’s always a queue. So many posh mums in here as well. Except for that old man. Oh no, he’s looking over. Please don’t ask to sit here.
People are coming in. Girls. 4 of them. I wonder how they old they are. Older than me? No, can’t be more than 20.
She’s nice. I like the colours she is wearing and that hat. I wonder what her hair is like underneath? I wonder if, when she gets home, she lets her hair down and shakes it all around like they do in adverts. Does anyone really do that?
Oh shit, she’s looking! Coffee. Drink the coffee. Ow, it’s hot!
Great, I must look like a weirdo now; some strange boy sitting on his own, burning himself with his coffee.
Who knows though, maybe she thought I was nice? What if she’s still looking at me?
She’s not.
Damn, I should have smiled. Why didn’t I smile? I never smile at girls.
I wonder what her friends are like. Wow, that ones pretty tall. Massive hair too. Don’t think I could go out with someone taller than me. It would feel weird.
The mousy one is cute. I bet she’s the quiet one of the group. Probably reads a lot and doesn’t ever go out and get drunk. I bet she’s really good at something like drawing.
What was that? One of the customers dropped a cup. There’s coffee all over the place. I bet they’re embarrassed. Yeah look, that woman’s gone bright red.
I would too. It would be so embarrassing, especially in front of so many people.
Are the girls looking as well? Yeah, they are.
Oh my god, she’s looking at me again. And I’m looking back. Her eyes are blue. A nice blue. Oh no, the others are turning to look!
Coffee. Concentrate on the coffee again.
No, something else. The poster. What does it say? ‘Come and express yourself in a supportive and nurturing environment, using voice, dance and movement. 8pm, St Michael's Church.’ Stupid hippies.
God, I hope they’re not still looking. What if they were? I guess I would have to say something.
‘Hey, how’s it going?’ No that’s crap. ‘So what are you girls up to today?’ Don’t be ridiculous. They’d probably tell me to piss off.
As soon as I caught her eye, I should have smiled and she would have smiled and then maybe we would have got chatting. Maybe she would ask me what I’m up to and I could say, ‘well actually I came in here to write. Cafés are great places for getting ideas and…’
Oh, they’re leaving.