A million things could have been said, a million thoughts in my head.
This world of faces. These mannequin encounters. Friendly people you'll never see again. Smiles across a crowded globe. Nothing intended, nothing saved. Just warmth in a cup. Just something unexpected that makes the day different and new.
Nuages... That Which Passes, Passes Like Clouds.
She smiled again, and moved on to her next order.
I pulled back the tab, sipped the brew,
- ...and headed back into traffic.