You need the sleeve
It was a crisp Saturday morning in Melbourne when I sauntered into the local café. I approached the barista, adjusted my RayBan Burbanks and casually stroked my greying beard. I raised my right hand that held a Green Fressko 12oz cup with the brown leather sleeve. There was something about that cup that said, “Hi, I’ve been places, and now I’m here”.
She looked up form the Red Gaggia Deco and brushed her long brown hair to one side revealing hazel eyes, that I instantly knew had seen things.
She spoke in almost a whisper, but at that moment her words were all I could hear, “What’ll it be?”
“Long Mac” I replied, pretending not to be lost in her gaze.
I raised my arm holding the Fresco cup by the sleeve’s loop, she reached out leaning forward over the counter and clasped the cup. It was only a moment but a moment that could last an eternity. Our eyes had locked and there was no denying what was happening but I let go of the cup, I just had too. Her eyes looked down at the cup and then back at me, she smiled, filling the café with a warmth that penetrated the crisp Melbourne air. “Nice sleeve” she said.