“The blonde iPod girl” sits in front of me, one table away. She is young, pretty, wearing a nice casual black pullover and white shirt, with carefully coloured red finger nails. She is listening to music and studying, clearly a University student. I am having a coffee and going through my newspaper, but I still noticed her and what she is doing. Quietly, I am almost running out of newspaper, the coffee already gone, and I am considering either leaving or asking her what she is studying. She is now on the phone, nice voice too. Then she gets up, moves towards me and asks me to look after her stuff for a few minutes while she goes outside. She smiles, I smile and I say yes, no problem. I start reading again some pages of the newspaper. She is back and is now at the counter ordering a coffee and a sandwich, which seems like her lunch, brings everything to her table and thanks me, smiling. I smile back. After some more minutes and another phone call she is done and getting ready to leave. I get up and prepare to leave as well. I reach the door first, she is just behind, and I hold the door for her and ask what she was studying. She takes out the earphones and answers Microbiology, showing me the book. I wish her good-luck, she says thanks, and along the court yard rushes the blonde iPod microbiologist girl to meet her friends.