Trepidation...and the Best Coffee

I parked between the lines

and not too close to the shop door,

because he hates the smell of exhaust.

I approached the crabby Frenchman

warily

taking care not to make direct eye contact

or any sudden moves

or political statements

or anything.

I put down two-fifty

and got out with my coffee

unscathed.

It was delicious.