1: 6:28am

I think about talking to her. Sometimes.

We have the same morning coffee routine, which feels like a strangely intimate thing to share with a stranger.

We're minutes apart. My coffee arrives at the end of the auto-counter just she's punching her order onto the screen: 6:28am to 6:32am.

We're the only two in here – no one else is lame enough to be up this early on the University of Serrice campus (unless they're still awake from the night before).

Can't be so hard to say hi.

Compromise: this time I smile at her.

Damnit. Coffee foam on my lip.