cake

the woman behind the counter at the bakery across the street, an amazing greek bakery named omonia, is a beautiful greek girl about my age. there are a few of them, actually. this girl, though, was in high spirits tonight, laughing and enjoying herself as i gave her my order. "that cake is delicious," she said, happily. i didn't know what to say. "seriously," she said. "i'm not even smiling. not joking. it's delicious."

i smiled.

she sold me my cake (it was delicious) and said, "what's your sign?"

"you mean like astrological?"

"yes."

"aries. why? what does that mean?"

"i just wondered," she said. "you seem really happy." hello, i thought. did you see the piece of cake i'm about to eat?