Coffee Shop

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Those of us in the world

of daing are warriors.

Competing on an often

brutal battlefield.

- Hey, Alex.

- Oh, hey...

- Donavan.

- Donavan! Yeah, right.

And the simple truth is,

some are just better equiped

to navigate the terrain than others.

There are the victorious.

There are the casualties.

I'm currently neither,

conqueror nor victim.

I'm the neutral.

The Switzerland of the dating world.

I remain optimistic.

I'm glad we're finally doing this.

Yeah.

My mom was persistent

about us meeting, wasn't she?

- Shamelessly, yeah.

- Wasn't gonna take "no" for an answer.

No, no, she wasn't.

It wasn't always like this for me.

This time last year,

I had the perfect boyfriend.

Every girl's dream.

Handsome, successful, attentive.

But, that was then.

And this...

Well, this is now.

- Oh, come on.

- What happened?

The guy's wide-open on

the two point conversion and he drops it.

Unbelievable.

Come on, I know.

Right?

So, after Mr. Perfect left,

I spent three months... wallowing.

Trust me,

it wasn't pretty.

Then I decided,

since I couldn't go back in time,

it was time to move on.

And I dove into three months

of regimented training.

And yes, by the I mean,

I studied dating.

I felt like "dating",

like any other fine skill,

the discipline that is meant

to be practice and perfected.

Um...

I'll have the Asian salad.

Some people may tell you

that you should just sit back, relax,

and let love come to you,

but,...

in my experience,

that approach leads to a myriad of

Saturday night of double fudge dribble

and Jane Austen films.

I'll take the steak... bloody.

See that article?

Yeah. I read that one too.

Page 36, paragraph 2,

says, at my age,

I have a 1-in-5 chance

of finding a husband.

Didn't know that before

I let the good one walk.

Yes!

Uh...

So, Alex?

Um... Alex?

Hi.

Um...

Tell me, what is it that you do

when you're not

coaching football

or watching football?

Hhh?

Well, there must be something, right?

Uh...

Anything?

There's this one thing

that I like to do.

- Okay.

- Mmm.

It's kind of mighty excited.

Oh.

You touch

brings me to my knees, baby

get burned in my heart

Your love

delights of the dark

It's more...

more than I consider...

Sometimes, on the dating battlefield,

one warrior's forfeit

can be another victory.

Your love is all I need

The search for love

can be unpredictable,

messy, and sometimes,

downright unpleasant.

You've got up there and try it.

It's amazing. You would not

believe the rush. It's like...

it's like getting in the back field and

"boom!" sacking the quarterback.

And the search continues.

But, there is one thing that keeps

even us wounded warriors in the battle.

"Hope" that there really is

a perfect someone out there for everyone.

Or in my case,

a perfect someone... again.

Everything was perfect... before.

My old boyfriend and I were happy.

We were planning our future.

Then the phone call came.

A premiere Chicago firm was looking for

some promising young talent

to their real estate apartment.

It was the golden ring,

he'd been working for.

- The movie over?

- Yeah, few hours ago.

What time is it?

It's early.

You're an ego sister, Donavan.

So, there I was.

Suddenly, face with

the hardest decision of my life.

Leave everything I've ever known and

the town that I love and go to Chicago.

A thousand miles away.

Or watch all of my plans

drive away in the U-Haul.

I hear he enjoyed the deep dish pizza.

Morning, Ernie.

Dark roast, today. Your favorite.

So, see you at ten.

Hmm.

- I love life.

- The first sip is... heavenly.

Hope it keeps us in business.

So, are you gonna tell me

about last night, or not?

Or not.

They hated it.

You know, the problem with being

a prodigy is people expect more.

- They hated it.

- No, no. Hated is a such strong word.

They, they loathed it.

- Better.

- I try.

Two in a row.

I mean, one bomb...

One... not particularly successful play,

I, I can deal with them.

But, the two would...

That's quite the pep talk.

Look...

This is unproductive. Okay?

Get some sleep.

Take a week off.

Don't read anymore papers.

Then I need you to find the way

to get us back to where we were.

- Three years ago?

- Yeah.

- I don't want to go backwards.

- Yes, but I do.

'Cause three years ago,

you were writing hit plays,

which means I was producing hit plays.

Three years ago, I was making money then,

but now, I'm spending money, lots of it.

And I would like to go back

to making money

I got it.

I, uh, I, I know

you got another one in there.

What if I don't.

What if all I had was that one.

Well, I wanna go there.

Look, you, you will figre it out.

You will.

- Good morning, Max.

- Morning, sunshine.

- So, how are you, today?

- Grateful, ladies. Grateful.

I have gotten fresh air in my lungs,

good friends in my heart,

and in a moment, I'm going to have

some great coffee in my belly.

Kevin's experimenting on this blend

all weeks. Let me know what you think.

- You get coffee on this blend?

- Three different types.

Then, it's good.

Coffee is coffee.

Don't over think it.

Caffeinating the world is

the public service, Max.

It's serious responsibility.

That being said.

I want a medium,

triple karma dream with the half-pumped

coconut and a third of caramel.

Did he order a coffee or a wedding cake?

- Hey, Kev.

- Hey, how did the opening night go?

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