Where at the Starbucks on 103 and Broadway a man says, "hey this is Monty so are you gonna conference me in on this ACCPCC thing to be a fly on the wall?" and then, without speaking, quietly jiggles his crossed legs, takes his glasses off and tosses them on the table, lurches in his seat, makes a low clucking noise, puts his glasses back on and types loudly and angrily on his laptop, takes his glasses off and rubs the bridge of his nose and then rests his face in his hands, taps his foot on the tiled floor, crosses his arms over his chest and sighs, hugs himself and shakes his head slowly back and forth while looking out the window, chews on his lower lip, looks up at the ceiling and breathes deeply, chews on the inside of his cheek and nods, licks his lips...