“What’ll it be?” The bartender leaned over the counter to take her order. She considered for a moment, looking reluctant. Finally she replied, flushing pink.
“Have any milk?”
The young man raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Milk?” He laughed.
She sighed and smiled. “I know it sounds odd, but it’s really the only thing I want right now.”
Grinning, he replied, “Well, I’ll check; I guess you never know, I might have a carton or two in the fridge.” As he rummaged through the contents of the refrigerator, she stared out towards the terminal. Through giant windows, planes sailed up and down the runways scattering off to every corner of the world. Her eyes were alight with wondering as she studied a particular group of people. Where were they headed? The bartender cut into her daydreams as he returned with a small carton of milk in his hand. “Chocolate alright?” He asked.
“Even better.” She said. He pulled a champagne glass from the behind the counter and filled it halfway. She laughed as he swirled the chocolate milk around in the glass before surrendering it to her.
“So, Miss Chocolate Milk, where you headed?”
“Do you always name your customers after their drinks?”
“Eh, it’s a habit I guess. You didn’t answer the question.” He grinned.
“Home.” She replied softly, sipping the creamy liquid.
“And where’s that?” He persisted. She took a long swallow of chocolate milk and gazed thoughtfully out towards the large windows again.
“It’s across the river, about thirty-five minutes from here; the perfect little house in the perfect little neighborhood in the perfect little city. I’m so close to home.” She took another drink.
“And yet here you are.” He said. She smiled wistfully and looked back at him.
“Yes,” A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Here I am.”
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