"Place is packed today," says man in Freadom baseball cap holding espresso and lap top. "May I share your table?"
"Sure," she replies.
"I'm writing a novel."
"That's nice."
"What do you do?"
"Read, write, run, feed feral cats…"
"A writer?"
"I submit flash fiction online."
"Published?"
"Yeah."
"I'd say you're a writer."
"Do 100-word stories make me one?"
"Absolutely. Got a link to this site you write for?"
Over lunch they chat, laugh, get to know each other.
On Friday she is blown away by his 'Café Conversations with My Future Wife.'