Draft.

Man A: He flicks his cigarettes on the floor, "F**king asshole" as he yells through his blackberry, snapping his phone off he shoves it back down in his just taylor made Prada suite. His driver was late to pick him up from this country club, where he has been playing golf with his client for the past 2 days. As luxurious as it sounds, he was only there to seal a deal, and the next meeting which he was suppose to make it within 3 hours, was much more important than, anything else for him at this moment. The phone rings again from his driver saying that his Mercedes has just broken down, and that it would be impossible to come pick him out within time, suggesting him to take the bus for now.

This so called 5 star V.I.P country club located in the most suburban area in the city, no taxies will ever pass by since no one comes by here except for it in their private cars or helicopters, but also a bus that is used for the workers who work at the Country club. Calling a taxi could work, but would probably take more than 30 min to reach this place from the city. Being pissed more than ever, he stands by the bus stop, where the time schedule says he needs to wait for another 15 min, for the next bus to arrive. 29 degrees heat outside, in his damn suite, he walks over to a coffee shops he spots near by. As old as it looks, thinking he has never seen such trashy old coffee shop around here, he opens the half broken wooden door, with a little bell at the top of the door with the ringing sound echoing throughout the store. An old gray haired man in his 80s pops up from behind the counter, "one black coffee please" as the man makes his order to an old man. Without a word, he passes him a cup of coffee.

As he decides to sit down within minuets, another man around his 40s comes through walking into the door. Makes an order of coffee, and sits down in front of the Man A.
The sky is a strange colour; I'd forgotten what it's called says this sudden random man sitting in front of him. He's in a worn black sweater, due to too many tumbles in the laundry, now faded a dark grey? That strange diluted orange mold is right before it's a nasty green.