i walk into a coffee shop
and order an americano
with a side of three different conversations.
two sisters discuss which flowers
would compliment their bridesmaid dresses the best.
they argue between periwinkle and sage.
an old man holds an iphone an inch away from his face,
speaking in giggles with a much younger voice.
he is just as young at heart.
gentle taps and clenched hands come from
a very nervous job interview in the corner.
i smile at the interviewee,
they smile back.
as i leave the coffee shop,
i silently pray the sisters choose sage,
the man continues to giggle,
and the worker gets the job.