Awkward?

So, I'm sitting in the on-campus coffee shop with nothing to do, no drink, and no one. Obviously I'm waiting for someone.

Waiting for people is always a curious thing. You can usually tell when someone is waiting, even when they are doing something and seem preoccupied. The person sitting around wholly devoted to study looks pretty well settled, focused, and at ease in one way or another. But they who wait for anyone tend to simply look like they're killing time. Even those preoccupied with books, magazines, or even homework.

Usually, it seems like there is an air of awkward surrounding a waiting person. It is the rare character, I have found, that can wait in perfect ease. They are the ones that either always have a perfectly fine plan B or they know that no matter what, whoever they are waiting for will show up and there are no questions to ask. They know whoever it was didn't forget, has a great reason for running late, is typically late, or the waiting person arrived early and knows it.

So, I'm sitting here, in the coffee shop, waiting for a friend of mine (with nothing to do or drink) so we can buy each other a drink as a way to say thank you for helping each other with our bulletin board projects. It's rather amusing, why we're even meeting; but it just takes on a whole new element when they run fashionably late for the purpose of buying someone else a coffee.

And she has come! YAY!