Observational Writing. Starbucks

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and they leisurely walked in, carelessly discussing their children's recent pre-school accomplishments. Both were in their mid-thirties, and each with a toddler circling around them and an infant in her hands. One was wearing a silky, navy-blue mock turtleneck tucked into light denim jeans, and the other ironed khaki pants and black v-neck shirt. They were both blonde, with simple yet elegant hairstyles and natural-toned makeup. As the two older children nagged and pulled at their pants, they continued their mindless chatter, every so often looking down to say, "Just a minute, sweetie," and then returning to their exchange of fake smiles.…