centuries

ii. muffin

'the name's aria abri," she tells me
'i'm laura,' i reply.
i help her with the umbrella and
she smiles warmly,
making her eyes twinkle
like christmas light on
christmas eve
where they look like they're
supposed to be.
i like her smile, i decide
and she passes me another as as if
she read my mind.
we enter a small coffee shop
and she tells me to try to
lattes there, she seemes
scandalized
when i tell her
that i don't really like coffee.
so she orders a blueberry muffin for me
and two lattes for herself.
she talks about how much she hates rain,
of how messy it makes everything, but all i am is fascinated by
how she moves her arms
while talking and how she doesn't stop until,
the sun bids goodbye
and the moon peeps
from behind
the short buildings
and by then she's on her
fifth cup of coffee.