Conversation

Today, about five minutes before the end of my shift at work, I noticed a young man and woman sitting in the cafe talking. They were each sitting at their own tables and sort of turned to the side to chat with one another. By the way the young man was turned at the table it appeared he had sat there in order to speak with the young woman because there was nothing on his table, not even a water ring. The young woman was sitting next to the window with her things, including her opened laptop. The young man had a very boyish face and long hair. The young woman was pretty and dressed stylishly, I liked her scarf in particular. They both were likely close to my age. 

My manager asked me to do a "spin" in cafe before clocking out, so spin I did! As I was wiping down the tables near the both of them I overheard her talking about how her mother doesn't approve of her wanting to write. My headset blared in my ear as a car pulled up to the speaker box in drive through, so I missed what was said next. But as the order was completed I heard the tail end of his response to what she had said, which was something about how he writes as well and (if I heard correctly) recieved a degree in English Literature, though he had originally planned to go to law school. At that point I had wiped down all of the tables and the counter and no longer had any reason to be in the cafe, so I headed to the back room in order to clock out. 

As I walked out of work I passed the young man and woman again and wondered if they knew each other before this moment or if I'd just witnessed the first interaction between these two people. By the way they spoke and the manner in which they sat, it seemed as though they did not know each other. Maybe they did know one another but it had been quite some time since they're last encounter. They did not seem uncomfortable in the situation. Were they friends? Were they to become friends? Would they ever see each other again? I will probably never know. It is up to my imagination to tell the rest of their story. Maybe one of them will go on to become a famous author, maybe they will fall in love. There is mystery and story in every moment of life and none of it is in our control. Sometimes I forget that life is so interesting in it's simplicity. It is a beautiful thing.