One-sided Conversation

It's 5:40.
Where are you?
I'm at Starbucks.
Did I mention it's p.m.?
People come in and out.
Are they planning on a late Friday night?
They order their drinks.
Would you like anything to eat with that?
Scones and muffins are not exactly dinner fare.
So what am I doing here?
Sipping a birthday coffee,
          drying my pedicure,
                    watching people,
                              writing,
                                        killing time.
Why would I kill time?
It's too precious to violently put to death--never resurrected.
But where else would I go?