Timothy Hortans

I am one of seven patronizing the long awaited Tim Hortans in Edinboro, PA. It is a clean, modern sort of shop, designed well and intriguing, it draws customers in with ease. The sandy brick lining the walls behind the counter vary in size, emitting a dynamic and active look. A strategically placed wall blocks off all the messy business in the back, that is essential for running a business, while supporting seven large black flat-screen televisions. The TV's sport advertisements for both Tim Hortans immaculate baked goods and Cold Stone's heavenly ice cream. The front counter itself stretches almost the entire length of the shop with two large display cases exhibiting the previously described delicacies.

As for the people, two have left since I arrived, leaving me one of four. A young couple sits two tables away from me flanking a Compaq computer. Neither one has emitted a single word since my arrival. Both stare at the shinny black machine , that he is operating so intently, I am certain it might run away. While the man supports his chin on a rough looking open palm, the girl leans on manicured knuckles. One finger, I notice, hosts a large silver diamond engagement ring. The stone's crystal clear faucets reflect the yellow light protruding from cone shaped fabric lights hanging from the ceiling. It is indeed a beautiful piece of jewelry. Her right hand, equally manicured but lacking the equivalent decoration, making her seem strangely lopsided, poises holding a white and blue bank pen on an empty sheet of white lined paper.