All that Glitters. It’s a Café 6.

“Hey L…, nah, just hangin’ out today, ya know…really? you going to…hold on for a minute, someone’s knocking on the door…I know, like that happens a lot… sure...later. ”

“Dammit“, staring at my aching right big toe with a look of embarrassed sympathy, I organized my books, pushed them halfway under the couch *knock, knock, knock*,
“keep your shirt on buddy, I’m coming!”

The man standing in my doorway could hardly be referred to as “buddy”, “distinguished gentleman”, he seemed prepared to wait as long as it took for me to speak. Looking past him to either side for someone to jump out shouting “surprise!” I turned back to the older gentleman and his rectangular gift box – “for me, I presume?”

The man nodded slightly as he extended the box, embossed note card, “To the BarTender of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro“; without a word, he turned and was under the red glow of the exit sign almost before I could ask – “wait a minute, who’s this from!”

Closing the door, puzzlement turning to curiosity, I set the box down on the coffee table and opened the note card, the cursive writing out of place in the day and age of keyboards and emojis, “Smile doll, it’s your day, enjoy it, Lou”; inside the folds of tissue paper lay a gorgeous green, silk scarf I swear was sprinkled with the tiniest of diamond glitter; its softness caressing the palms of my hands, I gently wound it through my hair – yeah, today was off to a good start.