Pink Chanel jacket, natural looking curly blond hair, effortless good looks, pearls, fitness band, understated money that doesn’t have to try to say money, sitting across from an older man, leather bomber jacket, office manager type, short cropped hair from an earlier, formative but brief, foray into a military career, considers himself strong but isn’t in shape. Does his desperate attention bother her as much as it does him? She says “Oh, look at the time, I’ve got to run.” They embrace, and she lets go first. Pleasantries exchanged, support for a sports team expressed. He stands awkwardly as she leaves the coffee shop. Some minutes later his heart beat returns to normal but the shame still lingers on his face.