That chat at the coffee machine

I still think about that chat by the coffee machine.

We started with the weather, then moved to books.

Ten minutes passed, and we didn't want to stop.

I felt a spark, like a door opened.

It reminded me that people are not so far away.

I usually worry about saying the wrong thing.

But this time, I just listened and laughed.

We exchanged numbers, and my heart felt light.

Maybe tomorrow we will talk about films.

I am learning that small steps build bridges.

That stranger became a friend in one short break.

I look forward to more chats like that.