My finger gently depresses the black plastic key. As the machine begins to pull in data from the net I shift my weight back in the chair and look up over the top of screen, out the window at the lunch hour foot traffic passing silently by beyond the steam tinted cafe window. The overheavy graphics begin to render, but my gaze is caught by a momentary glimpse between the rushing cars of a woman in a red dress on the far side of the street...