Don't you ever wonder, why sometimes you can not be satisfied with even with the simplest things? 

The less it becomes the more you want something from that little something.

It is as if you would make you always wanting for more. 

Sunday afternoon, your only day off from work. Woke up a little late than your usual 6 am routine. 

No time for breakfast. You hurried to finish your laundry and tidied your apartment a little. It has been a while since you had the intiative to clean your apartment. Endless due dates ahead of you, you just wanted to have a fresher environment the next time you start working again.

Working at the convenience of your own home is a bliss but sometimes it gets stuffy too. 

Laundry is now officially done and you, out of all men who work in the same company he works for gets an unexpected call from the big boss telling you, hey, I'm sorry but you better start working your off even if itnis your only day off from work. 

If that is one of the perks of having an endeared position at the company at this early stage of your life, well you must be really lucky. 

Your unbelivable bad luck annoyed you, but ofcourse left you no choice. 

Stop being childish, you are still paying for newly bought Audi and would definately would not want to loose your job.  Specific instructions on what your boss wanted you to do was later on emailed to you by his secretary. You skimmed through it once, then twice but you still remained uminspired to start working. 

When situations like this happen, which it often does nowadays, your definte solution was to get out of your apartment. A cafe, an icecream parlor, at the carwash, as long as it has wifi connection and a place to sit as long as it is not at his own desk, at his own chair, it'll be fine. 

Hurrying out of your apartment, given that you must submitt what was being asked of you before your boss would have dinner with one of his clients. Demanding job it is, being in advertising arts was not so bad at first, it was something you are good at, a job in which you use your exceptional creativity. This, and perhaps being to unreasonably eager in life proppelled you up stream and later on, you just found yourself being back downstream. 

But even if you fell into the slump, surprisingly you still function productively and ends up doing your job well. 

The big boss, suddenly wanted you to revise and go over the production of a new add for an important client, every detail, ever data should be carefully analyzed so that planning stage would be finalized and production should start. Eversince your promotion, you found yourself doing every job there is in the company, from the duty of an intern to a staff of the production team, even the job of the budget manager, it is now your job to look over everything. This is not advertising arts anymore. This is not the job that uses your  creativity. This job is boring you out already. 

"I just wanted to know what did the client didn't like about our first proposal, our idea fits their vision perfectly, what now?", you were practically yelling inside your car, alone, driving, on your way to you don't even have any idea where to go, talking to your assistant on your phone. 

"I got it, it's not fair that they just wanted to cut a big chunk of their budget at this point in time. Tell them that if I don't finish this on time, they need to find another ad-firm willing to take their project with the kind of budget they have. This is so absurd."

Frustration just steams your whole body. You know all to well that what everybody is asking of you is hard to do but still, you are left no choice but to do it, it is now your job. 

You wanted to cool off first before doing what you need to do so you drive uptown a little more. Stopping for a red light, you looked around to see exactly where you were now. This was the district near to your college, a few years back. You know the area well and being near a university, there were alot of nice places where you can start working. 

You drive around in search of a parking space. A few minutes passed, lucky you a nice parking space. You walked around, letting yourself attain your usual equilibrium, you noticed that you can still blend with the crowd which consist mostly of college students. You feel good about yourself, it has not been that long since you've graduated, it's just that you started working earlier that your graduation date. Three years passed, it feels like so longs since you had felt freedom and experienced the carefree life of a college student. 

Finally, you stand infront of the sleeppy looking cafe he worked for during your freshman years. 

A rush of memories came rushing back. The sleepy looking cafe was at the brink of closing down when you started your job as a part-time waiter. You never really questioned why you were underpaid as long as you have something to do during the weekend, you didn't complain. You never realized the cafe's financial situation. While stacking what's left of the cafe's supplies at the pantry, you got bored at you took out your pen and started doodling on the pantry's wall. You were confindent with you skills and you drew on the cold surface of the wall. You got absorbed doodling on the wall that you didn't realize that your boss was watching you. Scared you might loose your job, you were surprised with your boss' reaction. Eureka! He just thought of a new marketing strategy for the restoration of his dwindling cafe. He took inspiration from you and started the concept of a  sleeppy cafe from the outside but a grafitti cafe in the inside. So students from the fine arts division of the university would frequent his cafe, restoring his business and later on becomes on of the prominent cafe's around the district, all thanks to you. 

Even if after you've quit your job, you always went there for some time alone, mostly to think. 

You eneter the cafe, it looked different from last time. New art works were on the wall, they must have painted the walls annually, to serve as new canvas for artists who volunteer to paint the walls with their art.  You ordered, your usual regular vanilla iced coffee, less ice, chose the most comfortable spot at the cafe and started going over everything again. 

"Excuse me, are you waiting for someone, I just need to charge my Ipad and it so happens that the only place in this cafe where there's an electric socket is near your table.", you heard someone say. You look up  replied. 

"I'm sorry but I might be expecting someone later.", even if it's not. You just don't want to be bothered while working. "You can just leave your Ipad here, I would just look over it myself."

"Allright. I'll be back later to get it.", the guy plugs his Ipad and left. 

Right now, you just lost your concentration and momentum, you are in the verge of loosing your cool, not at the guy but at yourself. You've just made your life twice as stressfull as it was before. 

With the deadline nearing and your battle with yourself pushing your limits, you were left no choice but to close your laptop and wait for that spark you needed to start working again. 

You looked around. The place isn't bad at all, a little noisy compared to other cafe's but the ambiance is nice and the artworks featured in the cafe defiantely stimulates one's creativity. Still it wasn't enough for him, he was looking for something else. A thing, a person, anything that can send a jolt of electricity down your spine to stimulate you to work. 

After looking around, desperately wanting to draw inspiration from your surroundings, one person caught your attention. 

A girl, she had long dark hair, going beyong her shoulders, loosely curled at the end, as if the perming solution is starting to ware off. Her skin, immaculately fare and supple. She looked young, but the way she dressed was a little mature that most of the preppy college students around. She had straight bangs covering her forhead. This confused you, whether if she's just a girl of a woman the same age as you. You continued to watch her, temporarily getting you mind off from work and now trying to deduce a final conclusion on this interesting person seated across the cafe, on her own. She's half-way done with her caramel frappe and banofee pie. She had  two large, thick books infront of her aside from the one she's reading now. You now fixed your  attention on the books, it seemed to you that they were medical books. He knew what those were because your older brother used to have those books too. She adjusted her seat closer to the table as her face becomes more serious as she turned from one page to the next. You watch her do what she's doing, not minding anything else. 

You just looked at her, you noticed that she bites the end of her pen once or twice, the way she cocked her head from side to side, when her expression suddenly becomes confused. It's not just she's born with good skin, she also looked pale and tired, a hint of black puffy circles around her eyes, probably covered by a hint of concealer. You then remembered how much of a caffeine junkie your  older brother was when he was in medschool. Again for the second time, she goes over the counter, this time she ordered an iced americano. Her emerald green cardigan was sliding off her right shoulder and she struggles to keep that in place as she wait for her coffee. 

"One iced americano for Dr. Suzy.", she goes over the other end of the counter and smiles at the barrista. When she smiled, her eyes smiled too. It was too natural, to heartwarming. You've been to alot of comercial and add shoots where in the endorser smiles infront of the camera, and yet it all felt too fake. How can a person look that happy even if she's too tired with just one cup of coffee. You marvel at that thought. 

Now what's clear is that, the interesting person across the caffe is a doctor, perhaps an intern preparing for her oral exams. You just know exactky what's it like to be in medschool even if you've not set one foot inside it, if both of your parents and you older brother are doctors, and you've been raised to be one but decided rebel against everyone, still you are quiet informed by how that world works.