“Too bad I missed it then,” Fritz said idly as he stirred his coffee with a spoon. Zooey quickly drained the remnants of her cappachino and stared blankly at the stark contrast of chrome seating and asian decorating.

“This place is weird,” she said finally. Fritz, holding his bowl into his face nodded, coffee splashing down his shirt. Zooey made a disgusted face.

“Aaah,” he said finishing the bowl, “Now I’ll reek like coffee all day.”

“Charming,” Zooey said digging through her purse for sunglasses. She found them and put them on with a quick flick of her wrists.

“So,” Fritz said returning from his previous enchantment with his beverage, “When is Nasa coming over?”

“Mon dieu,” Zooey said cupping her face in her hands, “I completely forgot, we have to go shopping, and you must find time to clean your coffee mug collection.”

“I will do no such thing,” Fritz said shocked at the very idea, “It took me months to make the apartment look like that, its my art!”