Being digitally alive?

Me at my usual haunt, a coffee in hand, sipping at leisure, observing the cafe. Have I got competition? Here's a guy, observing around as I am, sipping his second cup, at times looking at his mobile, at his watch, making me believe, he's here for someone, as his eye's brighten, his face lit up, I grudgingly shrug of my inertia, to look at the object, causing the commotion in otherwise a sedate cafe.
He: Hi dearest
She: Hi
He: why so cold?
She: you feel it? I'd thought you'd ignore it.
He: sit dear, don't argue, we've met after a while.
She: you've realised it?
He: touched by your sarcasm.
She: you seen human today.
He: driving a knife to find it out?
She: naa, I'm past that, my knives are blunted by the time, rusted by the wait, soaking my tears.
He: my melodrama queen.
She: you'll realize it when I'm gone. I'm a girl too. I have feelings like any normal girl.
He:
She: you get silent when I speak.
He: I've been busy.
She: ahh, yeah, I'm not your priority. I too need to take appointment to meet you.
She: show me your calender, so that, I too know when I'm scheduled.
He: it's not that.
She: then what's it.
He: I'm always there when you want me.
She: yeah, on mail.
He:
She: yeah, making me realize, that you're missing, after every mail that you send.
He: comeon, we met for dinner, just last week.
She: I've have to shop alone, see movie alone.
He:
She: it's about living the little things.
He: I'll take out time.
She: no need. (her mobile beeps).
She: time up. I've decided to move on. He's here to take me out. Want to meet him?
(two cups arrive)
She: enjoy the coffee, my share too, realise it's easy to be alone,, and yeah, mail me, I'm there on mail.