“How are you doing today?” she asked after taking my order
“I’m fine,” I said, “How are you?”
“I’m okay, or I will be okay,” the Starbucks barista sighed, “Want to try a sample?” She handed me a chocolate chip cookie piece.
“Sure.”
“It’s good, isn’t it? Just like homemade. They make me happy—made me happy,” her eyes looked off to nowhere.
“They don’t make you happy anymore?” I asked.
“I haven’t had one in a long time,” she sighed again, “Venti Americano with cream.”
I take my order, “Why don’t you refind your happiness in a chocolate chip cookie?”

