I felt two statuesque figures standing behind me. Feeling a little violated of my space, I weaved around, "May I help you? You're a bit close for my liking." The two honey browned hair males took a gander at me, with a questioning look, "Eh?" The one on the right conveyed. "Oh, we're sorry." The tall left one sounded, grabbing the arm of the other male motioning to move back. I then heard cameras flashing. "What is going on in here?" I asked the barista. He shrugged and continued making the beverages. They conversed with eachother in chinese, looking a bit worried. I observed there outfits, the one the left a bit more stylish then the one on the right, and may I beg a differ a bit more handsome-r at that. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt with boxes of waves on them, I inched down to his jeans, one leg cut off just below the knee, his shoes, they were my shoes. He had on The Red October's just like me. What a coincidence.