I stared longingly at the pasta places before the heavyset man, sitting at the table to my immediate left. The sauce oozed over the noodles, as the cheese garnished the top decoratively; parsley leaves sprinkled to top it all off. My stomach churned with anticipation as I awaited my meal to come, eyes glancing at the watch upon my wrist, impatiently watching the ticker move. My fist clenched a fork tightly, as I watched precipitation drip down the side of my cold class of soda-pop. The desire grew, as I long awaited my order of delicious pasta.
Oh man, this is gonna be a New York Times Bestseller!