I happened to be in the neighborhood of my old job and saw the familiar silhouette of a certain coffee truck on the corner. “Do I dare?” I asked myself. I had had a pretty trying day. “If Latte Boy is there then the universe loves me and everything will be ok.” Lo and behold:
Molly: Hey, can I get a cappuccino with skim milk?
Latte Boy: Sugar?
Molly: Yes, please. Real sugar.
Latte Boy: I could just tell, you’re not one of those Splenda people.
Molly: Oh, hell no.
Latte Boy: (hands Molly a perfectly crafted cappuccino with his exquisite forearms.) Yeah, me neither. Enjoy your evening. Doing anything fun?
Molly: Nope. Headed home…
*subtext* Ummm… you in the back of this truck?
Latte Boy: Well, enjoy. Have a nice night.
Molly: Thanks. You, too.
As Polly put it after I texted her a recap: “The universe is all, I gotchu, Mol. I gotchu.”