Ethan spent his day sitting in his spot in the corner of the coffee shop. He took a long sip of coffee and leaned back in his chair, looking up at the intricate pattern on the ceiling. His eyes followed the swirly pattern above him, but when a familiar voice filled his ears his head turned to where it was coming from. Ethan saw the girl that was there in the coffee shop three days before, wearing the same beanie and jeans. Her shirt was different this time though, it said the meaning of life is that it ends. Ethan raised his eyebrows and set his cup back down on the table.

He wrote in his notebook for his journalism class, Love is an idea that people are so caught up in which prevents them from making an effort to do anything that matters. Instead of creating things, society is so focused on finding someone who they can spend the rest of their lives with when in reality, who needs love when you have coffee and a good book? Ethan set his pen down and looked up, the girl of whom he didn't know the name of was standing at the cashier.

They made eye contact.

She smiled her grey smile.

He looked away.