I was at Spyhouse this morning around 9:00 getting my coffee, settling in with my Sunday newspaper. There were two or three people in line for their morning energy-rush. I was across the room huddled behind the bar. It occurred to me that I’d neglected to grab a napkin on my way past the condiment station, so I got up. I heard the door slam as another patron entered. As I rounded the bar to grab my napkins, I caught a glimpse of the past walking by me.
Could it be her? No … Sunday morning, in my neighborhood coffee shop in south Minneapolis? Not possible.
I grabbed my napkin and headed back to my nest. The girl had turned around and was heading back my way. She smiled at me. It was a genuine smile, almost flirty, but it just seemed that way because there was so much heart behind it.
I smiled back and sat down, only to watch her leave the way she came – the door slamming behind her. A few flecks of snow coming down on May Day outside.
I don’t know if it was really her. I wonder who or what she was looking for that she left so quickly, acknowledging only myself in her short jaunt inside. I haven’t seen her on screen for years – that smile alone could make her a star.