Glimmers of Happiness
I leaned back in the antique wooden chair and listened as it creaked with age. It was clearly chosen to be inside the charming little coffee shop because its dark wood and hand carving fit the cottage decor around it. My friends were sitting around the table chatting with each other and laughing over something silly that I was sure the one had said, the one always said the wildest things at the most random times. Across the room was a young woman with immaculate blond hair and a Christmas-sweater-clad pet bull dog who sat panting beside her chair. I inclined my ear and soon discovered that behind her energetic and peppy voice, she was promoting her own business and talking about its foreseen growth to a man who was undoubtedly a potential investor. He watched her intently and nodded his head, asking the occasional question that never failed to put her right on the spot. He had ordered a salad, it seemed like something that a business man would order at this cafe. I loo