I walked into the new coffee house. A fireplace stood in the middle. The windows were very big.
"Um, could I just have a small house blend?"
"Sure. Do you want room for cream?"
"No thanks."
"Okay."
I turned and set my bag down. In the corner, an woman played a harp. Each table was full of people — each staring into a laptop.
After sitting, I plugged in my headphones. My screen lit up — I began to write. After a few moments, I went to sip from my coffee, but found no cup. I glanced up. The barista with brown hair stood behind the counter, coffee in left, wave in right. She smiled.
I took the mug from her, and our fingers brushed over each other for a moment.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
I smiled. She was very beautiful.
