We grabbed coffee at the first Starbucks we could find, which to many is sacrilegious but in Seattle seems strangely appropriate. Plus she likes Venti iced coffees because Venti means huge, not large.
She walked away from the counter with a breakfast sandwich and scone, I walked away with a scone and order envy.
A minute later as she bit into her sandwich and called me out for wanting one too, I jumped up and got back in line.
This place was unusually homey for a Starbucks, as there was this fall sunlight dropping in through the musty front window, where she was perched on their cushioned bench along the wall, legs crossed, elbows on her lap. She was picking at her scone with one hand and her hair was deep and dark, backlit by orange yellow sunbeams as it fell around her shoulder. She was gazing lazily at the little boy a few feet away who was crawling on his father, a strong man clad in army camos.
She leaned to one side, and from head to toe kind of zigged and zagged in the way only a woman can. In the way that conjours up visions of a slender riverside reed or the rare soft bolt of lightning. The sun behind her froze time.
I forgot I was staring.
Her eyes caught mine and bashfully asked “whaaaat?”.
She shifted ever so slightly, almost embarrassed, and smiled as I just shook my head and broke my gaze to turn and blankly stare at the wall behind the counter.
I laughed a bit.
It’s funny how you can’t always remember those moments when she asks you “why do you even like me?“, but in the moment, as they happen, you know that’s why.
If I had to guess, that was a moment she’d never remember about that particular day.
And yet for me, it’s a moment I can’t forget.
How about you…whatchu got that’s unforgettable??