The Coffees
As they sat around a table, discussing the busy week that was now behind them, Tara couldn’t help but notice her husband’s wandering eyes. Every now and again, he would glance at the counter behind her, right where the barista from earlier stood. Luke seemed unusually preoccupied, his usual charm replaced by a distracted demeanor.
She tried to engage him in the conversation, but his responses were brief, his attention drifting back to the counter. Tara wondered if there was a connection between Luke’s behavior and the barista’s lingering gaze.