Latte Love: A Lesbian Coffee Shop Encounter
Like cats, human connections can grace you when you’re least expecting them
**This is a work of short fiction.
Like a cat, inspiration often seems to arrive at inopportune times. It’s present when I’m caught up in other things. It vanishes when I actively pursue it.
“Don’t need me and I’ll come to you,” it promises.
That night, at a live music open mic gathering, the inspiration cat graced me. Fortunately, the room next door buzzed with the activity of a 24-hour coffee shop, providing an appropriate setting to record it before it fled once more.
After stirring cinnamon and almond milk into my coffee, I grab some flyers from the mixing station. One announces an upcoming Pride rollerskating block party. Another advertises customized sketches of your pet, rendered by a local artist.
Stepping into the main room, I debate between a lime-green couch and a sturdy upright wooden table. The couch is one you can sink back into — one that might coax out half-baked, dreamy musings. Ultimately I decide on the table, as it seems like it will inspire more focused thoughts.
As I sip, I take in the surroundings.
