Coffee Shop Page #2

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Becky and I can't wait

to come up next month to see it.

Cancel your trip.

The play tanked worse than the lifeform.

Come on.

I'm sure it wasn't that bad.

Well, I get hackeled by

an 80 year old couple on the street,

demanding that I get out of business.

How bad would you consider that?

Yeah. No.

That, that's bad.

Look, why don't you just

come down here for a while.

Get out of the city.

Ah, it's tempting.

Bring Jessica. I can finally meet her

and you can finally meet Becky.

Nope, that's over.

Apparently,

I was more fun to date

when I had hit and

I was winning Tony Awards.

Mmm.

Yes, sure.

Aren't we all?

The upside of the complete failure is

it has a great way of liberating you

from superficiality.

I say that you take some

of that new found freedom,

hop in a plane and, uh,

discover some new inspiration.

Yeah. New perspective might be nice.

Hey, I got to go.

Um, I'll think about it.

Okay.

Think about it.

Later.

Hey, Sarah.

Can I get one more pumped picolatte?

That my eyes deceive me or

are you actually awake before ten?

- My sister's impossible.

- Rough night, Becky?

You have no idea. Danielle Steele

all-night movie marathon. Enough said.

More cheesy romance movies?

You do know you have Kevin?

Yeah, babe.

I am your cheesy romance.

Yes, but you've never rescued me

from the couple wagons

floating down the rushing river.

Hmm, I was unaware

those required of me.

Oh, excuse me.

You so did that on purpose.

Hmm, yes.

Yes, I did.

See, that was your perfect

opportunity to defend my honor.

- The master is here.

- The master is late.

Not to mention

loud and obnoxious.

Master?

Really?

I believe you've lost barista yet again.

Don't worry about it, Eli.

Nobody has beaten you there.

Espresso just bends to it well.

Well, it is an art form.

But, you can keep practicing.

Yeah, well, I am getting faster

and she's getting nervous.

Here comes Eli's super-barista

could have saved the world

one latte at a time.

Don't you have a job

to go to or something?

That's one of the many benefits

of being an executive resale specialist.

- Flexible hours.

- Executive what?

You sell old junks on eBay.

Vintage collectibles.

There's a difference.

Hey, easy, tiger. Save some

for the paying customers, please.

You do realize

metabolism is a gift, right?

An unfair gift.

What is it, like,

pick on Becky morning?

Yeah. Stop picking on my girl.

How was that?

- My knight.

- Mmm.

So...

How was your date with

tall dark and muscle, last night?

Um, my date was... unexpected.

Unexpectedly good

or unexpectedly bad?

Well, he's the coach of

a high school football team.

Likes kids.

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