Communication

Coffee shop.  Santa Barbara.  Two young adults step out of an fancy Mercedes.  One guy and one girl, both wearing light blue hospital scrubs.  They walk up to the counter, each order a vanilla caramel latte and sit down.  Paper to-go cups in one hand and in the other their cell phones, whipped out moments before they even settle in.  Sipping their drinks facing each other, never looking up, their thumbs twitching away like rapid gun fire.  They break for a quick moment and each pulls out a prescription bottle, wash down some pills with their vanilla caramel lattes and resume to their repetitious texting.  They finish their drinks before too long, never saying a word to each other, stand up, and walk to the car still on the phones.  The black slick paint is bright in the mid day sun as they drive away.  Birds land at their vacant table looking for crumbs, there are none.