He smiles so hard it makes you happy and exhausted all at once. Makes you remember the days when you had smiles like exhalations; one with every breath.
He seems to genuinely want to give you something to warm your belly or cool your overheated vessel. Perhaps it’s gratifying to provide the liquid that refuels; that many deem more important than kindness.
Maybe he’s forcing it, but it’s a good sell.
These streets of asphalt and exhaust fumes, aren’t they known for being full of vehicles – mechanical and otherwise – that go fast and hard and harried?
Yet here you are, smiling before sunrise, steeping me something sweet.
You told me to have a nice day. Sometimes, when genuine, that sticks.