Missed Connection
Fantasizing about what might have been...
I came upon you sneaking a bite of late breakfast. You stood behind the shop counter, a hand lifted to your mouth. With your lips politely closed, you still managed a conspiratorial smile. I figured you weren't supposed to be eating outside your break time, and you were quick to place the blueberry muffin on a counter shelf below you, out of my sight. By that point, you knew me. Well, knew of me, at least. I came into the...