Alone in a bustling coffee shop

Right now, I'm sitting in Starbucks, trying to get some homework done before I have to head back to school to check in with my independent study teacher. I hate to sound cliche, but it's funny how alone you can feel in a coffee shop, or a restaurant by yourself. There's all this hustle and bustle, as people go about their jobs, or coffee consumption, and the world goes on as normal around you, completely unaware of what you're doing. But at the same time, no one's really aware of what the other people are doing. Two young men converse next to a window, looking like they're catching up after college. But maybe they're making plans for a drug deal. Or maybe they're both lonely and searching desperately for companionship, willing to risk the awkwardness of breaking the ice in order to find someone to share their secrets with. And the worker taking in the trash may be just about to get off of their shift, eager to come home to their families and to get away from the attitudes of impatient and coffee-deprived customers. Maybe the girl in the corner typing up homework is really writing a bunch of unimportant questions on a website that no one will read, while contemplating her future and herself and trying to make sense of it all at the age of seventeen. But it's much safer to assume she's working on an essay.