Dear Fireplace In Starbucks Under Commons...A Love Letter

Oh Fireplace in Starbucks Under Commons, the eternal burning of your dancing flames continually reignites my passionate love for your existence. Why do you tempt me with the promise of warmth, then shun me behind your cold glass case and provide no cackling or heat? Why do you draw me in with the hope of comfort, then surround yourself with chairs that torment my back and torture my interior design sensibilities?

Oh fickle lover, I want you all the more for your games. I will watch you while I sip my grande coffee slowly enough to avoid a visit to your upstairs bathroom before I must leave to charge my computer. I love you even though I cannot think of a practical reason for you to continue to burn. Be mine this Valentines Day, be mine.

Love Always,

Your Secret Admirer