Daily Life in a Starbucks

10:13 on a Wednesday, still sitting in the cafe,

sipping on my coffee,

waiting for the customer to arrive.

A young girl comes in,

wearing a navy scarf and a black jacket,

ordering a hot chocolate to fight off the cold.

A man, tall and lanky,

Tired, dark circles under his eyes,

He orders some form of coffee,

the cup says Ted.

A small group of people,

chatting amongst themselves,

happy, it seems,

but the girl gets a text and starts tearing up,

she quickly leaves.

I snap a quick picture.

The daily life in a Starbucks,

I’ll title it.

Another man walks in around 10:21,

short, nervous, fiddling

with a ring on his finger.

He glances around before walking up to me,

My customer, I assume.

He takes a seat at my table,

We exchange simple greetings,

he’s sweating bullets.

“The weather’s nice today, isn’t it?” I ask with a smile,

it’s cold and windy outside.

He slowly nods, “Yes… yes…”

A small moment of silence.

I study the plants kept inside,

A flower blooming in so many colors,

Purple,

Pink,

Blue,

Yellow,

Orange,

And more.

I snap a quick picture,

Such a beautiful flower should be remembered.

“My wife, is she cheating?”

The man questions,

Hands held together,

Leg bouncing,

Brows furrowed.

I forgot he was there, ah well.

“Yes.”

He freezes, face twisting into anger,

“Your proof?”

I smile, out comes the folder, thick with pictures.

His expression falls as he slowly takes it,

opening the simple folder that could ruin

his oh so perfect marriage.

He looks through them,

stands up,

places the wad of bills on the table,

and leaves.

It’s 10:29.

I take a sip of my coffee

and snap a quick picture.