Kelly Morr (dot com)

So I've been sitting in Starbucks for two and a half hours; I've just made it to page five of my five-page-per-day thesis goal, when a 30-something guy, average looking, with a cross country t-shirt comes and sits right in front of me...
Guy: What do you think about Dolly the Sheep?
Me: (thinking for a moment, trying to figure out what's going on) You mean the first ever cloned animal?
Guy: Yeah.
Me: Um, I have no strong opinions.
Guy: (pauses, shifting, not sure what to say) She was made in Scotland, right?
Me: That was a long time ago. I really don't know.
Guy: (indicates my laptop) Could you look it up?
Me: Uh... I don't have my computer hooked up to the internet, but I could look it up on my iPhone...
Guy: Yeah, ok. (I type it into my phone and go back to working on my novel in the meantime.) Are you looking it up?
Me: Sorry, it takes a second to load. (I click the Wikipedia entry on Dolly the Sheep.)
Guy: I didn't mean to interrupt you.
Me: It's okay, I was just about to leave anyway. (I immediately regret saying this as it opens the door to him sticking around then creepily following me home. The Wikipedia page loads) Yup, looks like you're right. She was born near Edinburgh.
Guy: Cool, Thanks. (He gets up, walks out of the Starbucks, and literally runs across the street.)
Me: ...?