You’re no longer listening to the long-lost friend you’re meeting today. You’re, instead, looking at her.
Unlike many other lone inhabitants of coffee shops, she’s not reading or pretending to read while she waits for someone. She’s not fidgeting with her phone either. She’s just sitting by the window, looking outside, sipping coffee from her cup, enjoying it almost as though it were her last.
You have never seen a sight so rare. You can’t stop staring. Continue reading of how things look