About a Stranger

His name is Chad or Brad. His legs are splayed out on his chair in Starbucks; his backwards baseball cap placed carelessly and yet carefully on his head, for added bro effect. His shorts are slightly above his knee, his shirt is ironic or related to sports. He is on his phone, probably on Tinder, swiping mostly right as he waits for his iced coffee. He has two side girls who don’t know about each other. He is working for a bank, maybe hedge funds. He has stubble and looks like he just rolled out of bed. Maybe it’s just his typical Tuesday morning before hitting the gym. Anything latte related would have been too girly, and he laughs confidently and yet nervously. He is not quite self aware, might never be: that is the tragedy of his life. Are all bros this cavalier? He is. He loves it and yet keep swiping, his sole goal to pursue as much as he can, because he can.