Lunch

Today for lunch I had a bottle of Ethos water and a turkey sandwich with muenster cheese and a ginger spread on whole wheat bread. Do you see that little girl wearing all black and a green apron sitting alone at the sbux, pouring over a very professional looking notebook? Do you see her looking out a the clientele sometimes between pages and between bites of a sandwich that her daddy used to make her when she was a little girl? Do you ever wonder what she's thinking? Or feeling? Is she sad? Is she lonely? Or is she just enjoying the zing of the ginger spread in the sandwich?