There was an elegance to the way she poured coffee, a slight turn of her wrist that turned the stream just so as it finished filling the cup.
It was subtle – even she wasn’t aware of this remnant of her former life – and it did not register for most, but a discerning eye such as his now and then caught it.
And for the slightest of instants, the diner was transformed into a four star hotel, and the coffee, a fine Bordeaux.
Beyond the Skinny Branches 