Morning at Starbucks:

Two middle schoolers next to me, still a bit immature, are already sweetly talking about love. The girl is lying next to the boy, watching him play games.
At this moment, Jay Chou's "Tornado" starts playing in Starbucks: "Love comes too fast, just like a tornado, can't escape the storm, but there's no time to run!"

Afternoon at Starbucks:
A man and a woman in their thirties sit awkwardly across this long table, accompanied by their mothers who are around sixty. They don't know what to say to each other.
The moms can't stand it anymore and say, "Why don't you two go for a walk? We won't get in the way of your conversation."
Children always seem especially outstanding in their mothers' eyes:
The man's mom says, "My son is very dedicated and busy with work."
The woman's mom says, "My daughter is especially pure, she rarely interacts with boys."