All I wanted was a tall latte, extra hot. Alright, I also treated myself to a slice of pumpkin loaf. As I waited for the barista to prepare my drink, I milled in the corner with others with the same anticipation.
As we waited, the customer who was behind me in line, said to me, "I like your hair." Thus began our conversation about our tresses. I told her that it had taken me a while, but I finally succumbed to wearing bangs. Her own hair was tied in two ponytails, dangling from the sides of her head.
And right between them, on her face, was the brightest smile I have seen in a long time. It was so bright, I could feel the joy that placed it there. She went on to tell me that she rarely wears her hair down, and that it's usually in a French braid.
This led to a discussion about how easy it is to make a French braid,and that she was sure I could learn how. By now, my latte was sitting on the counter, having been announced by the barista. I reached for a lid, capped my caffeine fix, and prepared to leave. As I turned back towards my conversation partner, her words floated towards me with tender graciousness.
"Have a lovely day!" Not a nice day or a good day. A lovely day.
And I did.
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