I’m having cookies with my Tall, Dark Blend, 3 in a pack.
An attractive, professional looking lady in her 40s is next me with one seat between us.
Suddenly she slyly sneaks a dollar in my direction.
I look at her curiously.
“Can I buy one of your Madeleines,” she quietly says, my cookie of choice.
I mull this over as if it were a pass she just made at me.
“No, you can’t,” I finally say, “but how bout I give you one?”
She finishes before me, leaving the buck in her wake, that I graciously leave for the barista.