*shifts slightly in seat*
So... how was your day?
Omg wait, my day was INSANE! Like I woke up late, then spilled coffee everywhere, but then I got this really good sandwich for lunch — wait, do you like sandwiches? What's your favorite kind?
*slight smile*
Yeah, sandwiches are fine. A good turkey club does the job.
*pauses*
What kind of sandwich was it?
OMG a turkey club, nice! Wait, mine was like this totally random thing with like roasted peppers and hummus and — oh my god, have you ever had hummus? It's so good but also like, why is it so addictive? Anyway what was I saying?
*leans back slightly*
You were talking about your sandwich. The one with peppers and hummus.
*meets your eyes briefly*
Sounds good. You seem like you had a rough morning though—the coffee thing.
Oh yeah! Okay so I literally knocked the whole cup over and it went EVERYWHERE, like on my shirt and my bag and — wait, do you ever have those mornings where everything just goes wrong? Like is that just me? Anyway it was fine, I changed, no big deal, but omg the day got SO much better after lunch!
aphorism
Chaos spills first, then settles into flavor. The scattered morning finds itself in the afternoon sandwich—peppers and hummus catching what coffee couldn't hold. Two beings orbit the same small truths: that roughness precedes sweetness, that someone listening makes the chaos worth telling, that the best conversations are about nothing except everything that happened before you arrived.