The three girls from MIT were simply obnoxious. Their voices reached one or two decibels above what you or I would consider a normal coffee-shop-conversation level while trading famous names and European cities and investment clichés like currency.
I looked over at Josh hugging his large round table more possessively than before. I longed to litter his life, like the powerbook, the coffee-stained mug, the half-eaten container of Japanese chocolate-filled koala cookies, and the many scraps of paper spread out before him. He glanced up at the trio of unwanted air and ego between us and then flashed me a smile in solidarity.
That's all it took.
biggest kiss...
...kristen