She reached out to take the few coins offered back in change; they fell to the floor; she had not been fast enough.
The young man behind her smiled and waited for just a moment before bending and claiming the coins.
Surrendering them to her - their hands touched. He was taken by the warmth and smoothness of her skin.
She thanked him and asked him to keep the sole penny, in the grouping, as a wee token of good luck; she had a knack for finding lucky pennies and at every opportunity thrilled in sharing one.
To the left of the store was a favourite coffee shop of many of the locals; she had often enjoyed people watching from the corner nook and the thought of a little pause, before walking the three blocks to her home, was appealing; as was the thought of a good coffee.
Home had its burdens, not that anyone every heard her complain, but having a few moments to herself was as good as getting on a plane and having a few days in the sun...well, almost!
His voice startled her...how long had she been standing, blocking the doorway...he asked if she would join him for a coffee - holding the door she walked in ahead of him.
At no loss for words or good cheer they struck up a healthy conversation and before she knew it she was saying good-bye.
He reached for her hands, squeezed them gently and said, “same time next Tuesday?”
She winked and said, “I’ve never regretted the investment of a penny - next week would be lovely.”
Have you ever been given a good luck penny? And...