As in a cheap romance, they stand close 
lean in to each other, hands entwined 
his body broad and muscular,
she slight and blond in tight jeans
a pink cashmere breast nestled against his arm 
faces separated by inches, eyes locked, 
caressing each hushed word
as they discuss the merits
of mugs and coffeemakers for sale 
on shelves lining the wall.

Unnoticed are others standing nearby, 
the loud sound of the grinder,
the hiss of steaming milk or
Frank Sinatra in the background
until the spell is broken when the call comes: 
“Two double lattes, extra foam for Steve” 
and we are all released.