Crossing Paths at Starbucks?

Monterey CA

Description

You were driving a small station wagon. I could see you were wearing a dark green, sleeveless blouse because the day promised to be hot again. You had an intriguing tattoo across your neck. You looked at me, smiled, and waved. I was the distinguished gentleman, blue blazer, silver hair, walking across the parking lot to grab my latte before heading to the office. Starbucks by the NPS. May I buy you a coffee?