She stands there watching him make her coffee. They talk about how the day could go either way, iced or hot. She decides hot.
Then she buys a card for her friend who just had a baby. It is handmade with cotton paper.
She takes her coffee and card outside and sits alone. The ocean breeze chills her skin and the coffee warms her sore throat. She watches cars go by, peeking at the faces of their drivers. She remembers how good it feels to be still and clings to these real minutes.
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