on the street outside. Not an incredibly busy street, but what street in the city doesn’t have that constant buzz of people in motion?
The boy at the table across from her stands to leave. She is surprised, as usually she is the first to go. He rises and puts his book into a plastic grocery bag. A bicyclist, she knew it. Without thinking, she reaches to check her phone-- for the first time in over an hour, and immediately knows she has likely missed an important call or has received an email in urgent need of reply. That and she finished her macchiato quite some time ago, so grabbing her bag off the seat next to her, she follows the coffee shop stranger she thinks she knows so well out the door.