The line moved steadily forward. Lea practiced not looking impatient. She watched the other patrons of the coffee shop, mull about seemingly not having anyplace to be in a hurry. The line moved, she stepped ahead, as the rain began to pelt the glass storefront. Great, she thought, now she was going to be late and drenched. The man in front of her stepped to the side with his coffee. Lea looked up, surprised to find herself standing at the counter. She ordered her usual, double espresso con panna. She glanced up at the menu, and wondered if one day maybe she should try something else. There were so many options. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she looked down to see the barista holding her drink out. She picked up a newspaper, paid exact cash for her purchases and moved out of the line. As she turned the sunlight caught in the raindrops on the windows. She squinted and wondered when it had stopped raining.