afternoon.

a woman and a man walk down the side of the street. there is a moment when the woman stops to turn to look at me and the idea of coffee. the man stops and turns to see what she is looking at. the only thing they share is mumbling and maybe a question of clarity. then her big hand waves in front of her face and she mouths "nevermind" to herself as if she never thought of it at all. they walk on.