I walked towards her directions with a tray in my hands containing the brown paper bag, her orders. I am nervous. My heart is racing. I inhaled and exhaled in an effort to ease my nervousness, and I smelled my own deodorant, my underpit were sweating beyond control. With my hands cold and wet with sweat, I handed her the brown paper bag.
‘Hi,’ I said with my voice breaking. ‘Here is your order.’
‘Thank you,’ she answered in a very soft and low voice as she took the brown paper bag from me.
‘Have we seen each other here before?’ I asked with my voice shaking.
‘I don’t remember.’ she answered, looking straight at my eyes.
‘Okay then,’ I said.
‘Okay, thank you.’ she said as she stood up and took the little girl by hand. ‘Come on Mallory,’ she added as she prepared to leave the coffee
