Tylers eyes widened alarmingly as he looked at the digits on her phone. Silent for a long while, Tyler realized he had been staring with his jaw wide open and he quickly shut it and began moving for the door, forgetting the drinks he had ordered a second time around and knew his mother would be furious with him for how long he was keeping her waiting.

"I gotta go, we'll talk later, right !" he said before abruptly slamming straight into the door, forgetting it was a "Pull", not a "Push". 

Scowling, the boy fell backwards onto his bum, his hands reaching for his forehead in recoil, [i]"Son of a bitch!"[/i] he thought to himself.. or rather, he had hoped as he was gaining quite the attention in the shop today, much more than he could handle as he got up and looked around, the faintest look of embarrassment hit the staring crowd and he quickly pulled the door open, walking slowly out, not wanting to attract anymore attention

[i]Nice going, loser... wait.. where ?[/i] The boy grimaced as he realized the two coffee's he had forgotten and sheepishly walked back in, his eyes darting over the room and wondering how his luck at that very moment could get worse...