[i] Oh, yeah, you close in fifteen minutes! It's seven fourty five, right? What? A.M.? Fucking idiot.[/i]

Tim had stayed up all night again, without realizing it at all again. He had been working on a code for hours on end, and ended up not seeing the hours go from 6:00 a.m to 6:00 p.m. Again. This week. He had a problem with getting too absorbed in his work. That, and making a fool of himself in front of baristas. So, inevitably, he decided the best course of action for the day would be to fester in his embarrassment in a small, two seated table at the corner of the cafe. He focused in on his work again, completely in his element. He was trying his hardest to meet the deadline for this new website he was coding for a cereal company. His fingers moved swiftly, his focus was completely centralized. The only things that made him break were an occasionally muttered 'yes please' and 'thanks much.'

He made it to a comfortable stopping point, and sighed heavily. His eyes went from his computer to the phone he had sitting next to him, and he noticed that nearly three hours had gone by already. He shook his head in disbelief, and then shrugged it off. This wouldn't be the first time. He moved again, stretching backwards and arching his back over the chair, eyes closed. He leaned back down, rubbed his eyes, and looked up.

A woman had materialized in the chair before him.

He jumped, screamed out in surprise, and grabbed at his chest, feeling his heart beat at a million miles an hour.

"Jesus--fuck!" He exclaimed as he nearly tipped back in his chair, the epitome of human grace. He was breathing heavily, but he was leaned forewards, his head in his hands now, ashamed and embarrassed, for the second time today. He spoke quietly. "Oh, shit, Im sorry. You scared me. Ah--sorry, swearing, not good in public, right, sorry."