Last Summer

I was in Starbucks in Town Square, a two-minute walk from my apartment. The coffee store is not spacious, and is part of a high-rise building, sitting on the first level in a corner by the Hudson River. It has a restroom that remains open to all, although the Restroom only for Customers marker on the door is missing.

This coffeehouse has long remained my first stop to drink any espresso. My favorite spot inside is a corner at the far end of the store.

After the barista, Stacey, filled my tumbler with blonde roast, I walked a few steps before peeking to my right to see if the brown chair and table at the far corner was occupied. It wasn’t.

When I sat there, the restroom was to my left. People walked toward me before turning around to wait in line if the restroom was occupied. The bottom half of the wall lining the length of the passage was wooded, matching the brown hue of chairs and tables; the top half was an off-white coat suggesting completeness; the ceiling – an unadorned stretch of pipes and cables – infused rawness. Next to the restroom was the Employees Only room, where stocks of beans, muffins, croissants, cheese Danish lay fresh on iron shelves; although the room remained locked, employees accessed it also to change when their shift was over.

The more professional they looked, wearing green over black with a Starbucks cap crowning their pride, the more casual they were, sashaying around when it was time to head home. Employees – young or old – mostly wore ganjis and shorts after the completion of their shift in the dying weeks of summer. I remember a girl who had a language makeover, too: at work, she’d welcome everyone with a smiley “Hello” – post which, a cheerful “FO Dude” when a co-worker teased her.

To my right was a big stained window, framing not only downtown Manhattan but part of the Hudson River, where rich people had docked their yachts.

The blonde roast tasted more pungent. The rays of the setting sun outside were almost dead in their reflections off the mast of a three-level luxury yacht, docked very close to the window. The river ripples, serenely pallid under dock lights, moved in the direction of the sun, which, now devoid of its rays, looked a tint of orange.

Glancing at the bottom of the yacht, I saw a head pop out of the first level. He was a yacht cleaner in a white V-neck and yellow pajamas, with a piece of cloth in each hand. He replaced the pieces of cloth with a muffin in his left and coffee in his right hand. His Starbucks cup startled me. I wondered as to when he’d visited the store: it would’ve taken him ten minutes of a U-turn walk from where he was. But if I could open the window that Hurricane Sandy couldn’t break, he’d be in the store in ten seconds. He shifted his half-eaten muffin to his right hand, holding it along with his coffee, leaving his left hand to wave at me.

He appeared to be in some discomfort, jumping up and down. Then, gripping the US flagpole that was tied to a railing, he looked stiff in an army posture, as though ready to negate a drone attack. I cursed the insensitive yacht owner who’d probably locked the restroom in the yacht. How could a poor soul disobey nature’s call?


I was helpless, but soon he wasn’t. His face glowed under the orange sky. His smile appeared to grow into muffled laughter; he blew me a kiss – which I rejected – and when he blew me another, I thought that was enough. But when I watched him closely through the developing blurriness of my contact lens, I learned that his gaze, its line of sight, was angled a few inches away from me, in fact over my head to a target perhaps to my left. Just then Stevie Wonder crooned I Believe on the jukebox. As I turned to my left, I saw Stacey standing right outside the stockroom, blowing kisses back, which again went over my head.

She smirked at me, indicating that I’d made a fool of myself. I stared at my computer before closing my eyes; the sound of her footsteps receding. She’d disappeared for him, and he was also not there, anymore.


Sweet with Valentine’s sugar (Photo Challenge)Suspicious, I was (Daily Prompt).

59 thoughts on “Last Summer

  1. One thing I will say Mahesh in reading this finely crafted story is that your Starbucks has a much better view than the one in my town and with far more interesting recreation 😉 Your writing took me right there, observing all you described, the way the staff change (and not only their clothes) as well as the mystery of the disappearing pound cake. Which is one of my favourites btw! Loved this post my friend 🙂

    • 🙂 Thanks Sherri for your kind words. Encouraging. I like lemon pound cake and cheese Danish. I’d love to be at the Starbucks in your town. This coffeehouse has become a part of my consciousness 🙂 By the way, I’ve started watching Orange is the new Black, and am liking it.

      • I do love cheese danish…but rarely get them here. Lemon pound cake though…mmmmmm 🙂 The Starbucks here is boring, trust me. I would much rather be at yours overlooking all those posh yachts…well, maybe not with the sight you had to witness, but you know what I mean! We are making our way through BB…I haven’t cheated and raced ahead! Hubby is about to meet the wonderful Saul, can’t wait 😉 So you like Orange is the new Black? I’ll be curious to see what you think… 🙂

  2. Oh, Mahesh, this is such a fine post. I felt as though I was right there sitting in the coffee shop with you watching every wonderful detail you described so perfectly. A magical writer you are to let us read such words with the ‘surprise’ gift at the end! Whenever I visit NYC again, I will never look at a Starbucks or the Hudson River
    in quite the same way….:)

  3. wow, an interesting account. I like that the story came full circle at the end. I’ll follow and hope to read more from you.

    Thanks for stopping by my little page.

    • Ha ha. Good point. If I hadn’t looked to my left, I would’ve probably believed that I was under the spell of the pungent blonde roast. Thanks dear for reading and commenting. Take care 🙂

  4. how – fun – love the humor
    also – the word croon is one i have not heard in a long while.
    boys used to have a book about the ants and the grasshopper and for some reason, the word croon from that books always stays with me.
    anyhow, another takeaway was your descriptive writing of Starbuck’s interior and the whole setting and language vibe

  5. This is what we writers do: sit; observe; take it all in, and sometimes, get involved with a scene when, really, no one even notices we’re there. :-0 Great post.

  6. I like the way you dwell on little details…making such an interesting story out of a random situation. Your observation and story telling skill is indeed remarkable Mahesh.
    I think I have visited your blog earlier and even followed it but how do I miss your posts is a perplexing question! 🙂

    • Thanks, Balroop, for your kind words. Encouraging. I’m in the process of writing my first fiction novel/novella. Need all the encouragement 🙂 Thanks once again. And I agree: I don’t get to know about your posts either. Only when I comment on others’ and I see you there that I visit your blog. Reading your comments on others’ I always wanted to share that you generate a lot of positive energy.

      • Thank you so much for your kind words Mahesh…positivity and hope is what my poetry upholds despite all the turbulences. They never disappoint! Have a nice day!

  7. Mahesh this is written so eloquently that I felt I was sitting right beside you. I could see the walls, the pipes and I could even hear Stacy with her change in language from professional to not so much. How funny with the blowing kisses. That made me laugh out loud.

  8. Such a nice read, Mahesh 🙂

    Post is timed to perfection for the valentines day 🙂

    I know how interesting it is to sit at a corner and just watch people and the way different characters pops up…

    Now a days I get a lot of such opportunities during my 2-3 hour commute in trains.

    Unreserved compartments are the best place to experience all kinds of funny and sometimes intense actions…

    Thank you so much for sharing and taking all of us to the beautiful ‘coffee store’ 🙂

    • “Unreserved compartments are the best place to experience all kinds of funny and sometimes intense actions…” – I totally agree, Sree 🙂 And thanks a lot for your kind words. Nothing beats kindness and appreciation. Have a beautiful evening 🙂

  9. I was very caught up in the scene, Mahesh! I can just see the eyes closing in hopes that the awkward moment of misinterpreting the air kisses would be undone…

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