I run into a sweet lady from church,
the daughter of one of my "adopted grandmothers",
the mother of the boyfriend of a friend I interpret with.
(Side note, I love multiple relationships!!!)
We grasp each other's hands and laugh and catch up and are happy about the sunshine this weekend has held,
as she waits in line for her drink.
She goes to order and I go to the bathroom.
When I get back to my table she's left,
but there's a $5 gift card folded into the front cover of my journal,
and no one will tell me where it came from.