You are the dark-haired beauty wearing a colorful print top, jean skirt (shorts?), and flip-flops. It was about 1:30-2 p.m., you had finished your espresso and were reading the newspaper at the table in the middle of the room. I sat on the chairs in your direct line of sight with my sister and tried to listen to her, all the time stealing probably not-so-discrete looks at you. I wanted to say hello and talk but my sis needed to tell me all about her latest relationship crisis! That's what family is for so I could only admire you from afar. Care for another espresso?