Is There Room For One More? As I sat alone on the library bench I couldn't help but feel lonely. There are about 15 benches and only one is being occupied right now, by me. I'm 19 years old, a recent graduate, unemployed, and my mother is about to throw me on my ass. My boyfriend is working 6 hours north to support us, but here I am sitting on a bench at a public library. A man muttering to himself caught my attention. My first thought was I hope he doesn't see me! Why of course he will damn it I am the only soul here. "how hot do you think it is?" Shit. "uhh... About 90*" "I'll say; more like 95*" I really don't have time for this. I'm Suppse to be job hunting. Well this man, Tom had me sitting for an eternity engaging me in every subject possible. The 5 minutes turned in to an hour and another contact saved in my phone. Let me know if you guys want more details