I sit in a coffee shop and paint
Trying to evoke emotion from a stagnant image I drew days ago
The coffee shop is where I go for a comfortable alone time.
A place filled with noise and people, a place where I can be alone without being completely alone.
My own refugio
However, I forget that this is a place of socialization
A couple sits at the table behind me
The woman strikes a conversation, complimenting my art. A perfect segue to talk. An opening
She is pleasant, put together, and clean
Her stance sparks confidence from within
We engage in shallow conversation: not because of the woman, but because of my own reservations
I am guarded
My family is riddled by the self employed.
I’ve seen the hustle.
“You fail the moment you don’t try”
And marketing and recruitment is a big part in the word “try”.
I try to keep my ears sharp.
Trying to pick up on any key words: “future”, “retirement”, “take control of your life”.
They are present in her and her husband’s conversations. Her husband picked up another chat with a stranger in another part of the coffee shop.
As our conversation came to an end. I decide to eavesdrop
Another chatty couple engages with them
And I discover that the couple is from out of state.
So I sit here wondering
Was this an attempt at recruitment?
Or was this an example of how social people make friends?