Middle aged men tap studiosly on their laptop keyboards; grad students sip coffee while reading their morning papers. Morphine blares from the coffee shop stereo as morning commuters with messenger bags pop in for muffins or scones to go. A guy with a long goatee that he has twisted to a narrow point waits for a friend, who, as she sits down, complains that her coffee isn’t iced enough. They proceed to get into a loud and argumentative converation about their relationship problems — apparently with other people; they are not together — and the deep-rooted issues they each have that might be causing said problems. The house stereo shifts to Neutral Milk Hotel.