I love that moment in the coffee shop. As you sit beside the window and see your friend enter through the sunlit glass doors. When they're looking around for you, blissfully unaware of your whereabouts as you quietly observe. I think it's when they're the most genuine. In that moment, their only aim is to find you in the crowd. To see your face amongst the sea of unfamiliar ones. But you don't wave. You don't call their name across the shop and break the quiet murmur of jazz music and hushed conversation. You just watch the silhouette of their jacket and their wandering eyes, safe to drink them in to your heart's content until their eyes slowly swivel across the tables and then widen in glad recognition when they see you.
I love those moments.
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