jkatkina

I've been going to this coffee shop near work for about a week and a half, a few days a week, to write NaNo stuff after work. The first night I went there, the mocha was fantastic (which was why I'd chosen that place to go in the first place), but also the vibrant older Italian lady behind the counter kept bringing me little treats -- a cookie with my mocha, a very generous sample of their pizza. It may have been a ploy to get a new regular.

It worked.

I even brought TL there last Friday. We had the meat-olives-and-bread board they serve (it has an italian name I'm forgetting rn), and it was huge and delicious, and the lady had once more included a treat -- some cheese along with everything else. I asked her her name, and she told me, and like a dingus I didn't write it down and immediately forgot.

Today I went there to write, and I asked the lady's name again (and she remembered mine). She seemed pleased.

Towards the end of my visit, when I was passing by the counter, she snagged me as she was chattering with another woman and told me "I'd like to introduce you to my wife."

I was so delighted that she'd clocked me and TL, and was giving me this wonderful queer signal, that I got all grins and red-faced and awkward, told them both I was delighted to meet them, and retreated back to my table. They were still sitting together and chatting by the time I left and I said goodbye to them.

I don't know why it makes me so happy to be spotted out in the wild by other queers, but by god, it does.