A ring welcoming the smell of fresh coffee. Intimate conversation
is white noise to the melody in the mundane coffee order of his familiar voice that captures mine.
Although Iām earnest while saying hello, her grin holds a thousand secrets; the few words I manage seem small, but she continues to collect them for her tip jar.
Hidden in line, he's disguised his affection. She awaits his arrival, his orders; they share silence. An unfilled cup and connection swept away, unnamed, a new cross to bare.