The steam rises from the round opening of her coffee cup, as she gazes through the window at all the people walking back and forth. Carissa counts the many people crossing the busy intersection, wondering what they are doing or where they are heading. People march in and out of the coffee shop, ordering their early day latte’s, chai teas or muffins to soften the workday. Conversations about the current budget, projections for the year, agenda’s and general conversation echo throughout the shop. It’s difficult for her to make out what they are saying because Nathan is talking to her about the time he raced a Porsche in his BMW up the interstate. Sitting in their same spot in the coffee shop, Nathan continues to try and impress her with all the stories about fast life. What he doesn’t know is she had the real thing, and misses him greatly. As she lifts the hot latte to her lips, she blows softly, listening to him tell this story. Placing the cup back down on the brown tabletop, it makes a slight tap against the surface, which made her look down at her hand, displaying her wedding ring. Last night, she was awaken again and paid attention to the ring for the first time in a long time. Anyone who has been married for a long time knows the ring on the finger becomes so much a part of the body, sometimes it’s not even realized that it’s on. Nathan sits there with in his plaid suit jacket, brown shirt, and solid black tie. Being well groomed and hair cut with perfection, to any other woman, he may be extremely attractive. However, Carissa just listens to him tell his stories.
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