She moved minutely. A slight turn of her head to the left. A within hands reach to grab her coffee. A small forward bend. A mini turn of her neck to catch a glimpse of her surroundings. But, not once did her body or her face turn all the way around.
Then, she made her biggest move yet, a forward bend, followed by a raising of her arms with this scarf across the horizontal space between her two hands. Then she let it rest around the nape of her hair.
I’m glad I never saw her face as my mind was already in the playground of wonder.
Coffee Shop: Blue Bottle
Location: Williamsburg, Brooklyn