Coffee and Conversations

She sat down and opened her bag. “Shoot! Can’t believe I forgot the book.” What was she going to do while drinking her coffee now?

“Casey?”, the barista called out. As she held out the cup, two hands reached for it.

“She said Casey, right?”, he inquired.

“Yup. That would be me.”

“Um, well. Me too.”

The barista intervened, “Caramel Mocha for Casey?”

“Right here”, both of them said. Then they burst into laughter.

Five minutes later, she was at her table, bored and staring at the clock. He waved at her from across the room. She noticed the book in his hand, pointed at it and smiled. He wondered for a moment, wrote something on the napkin, and held it up for her to see.
“Help?”, it said.
Curious, she nodded. He picked up his book in one hand, placed another one in his other, and shrugged quizzically. She pointed at the one on the right and held up her thumbs. He smiled and mouthed, “Thank you.”

Three rounds of coffee and two stacks of napkins later, they were suddenly aware of the time.
Picking up one last napkin, she wrote, “Thank you for giving me something to read.”

They stood up, smiled at each other and left, the doorbell jingling behind them.