He picks up his mug of black coffee and peers around the coffee shop from his corner. Everyone sits at tables with laptops or in comfortable chairs with books or notebooks. One group across the room works quietly on a project together. Justin Timberlake croons through the speakers in the ceiling.
His phone buzzes and he snatches it off his table. Two loud, chatty women enter and stroll by him, but he is too busy reading the direct message from @yogalife on Twitter. He doesn’t know her real name or what she looks like. Her profile picture is a graphic of the chakras on an outline of the human body.
He can’t blame her. His profile picture is a mug of coffee and she only knows him as @coffeeallthetime.
What are you doing?
Drinking a very large mug of coffee.
You and your coffee. 😉
What about you?
Just left the studio & sitting in my car. About to get a drink then head home.
The chatty women sit at the table next to him. He blocks them out and returnss his attention to @yogalife.
I recommend coffee. Iced or hot.
The women complain about their husbands not helping with the kids and other household tasks. The door swings open and a woman with dirty blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail walks through. A lot of women coming in this afternoon, he thinks to himself while waiting for her response.
Nice try. Iced chai.
What are you doing tonight?
Making dinner for myself then sitting on my patio with a book.
What are you reading now?
Stardust by Neil Gaiman. You?
Your direct messages.
The women segue their discussion to how much they hate their mother-in-laws and Ponytail Woman changes her mind about leaving then sits down on a cushy chair near the quiet group.
Funny. What book are you reading?
Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson
You’ve read it?
You mean there are people who haven’t?
The women end their conversation abruptly as a man in a loose navy suit steps through the door and heads for the counter. They resume in hushed tones, leaning over the table to be closer while talking.
What are your plans tonight?
I don’t have any. Probably go out to dinner before I go home.
What are you wearing?
Are you coming on to me?
White dress shirt and grey dress pants.
I took it off as soon as I left my last meeting. What about you?
I don’t wear ties.
Funny. What are you wearing?
Loose Suit sits down with the women and they separate with fake smiles plastered on their faces. Must be one of the husbands, he muses.
Dark pink yoga top, grey yoga pants, and white collarless stretch jacket.
Wait. No. He gazes across the room at Ponytail Woman.
Where are you?
He waits for Ponytail Woman to look up from her phone then smiles and gives her a small wave from his table still in shock.
©Debi Smith, 2014