In a brief yet evocative narrative, the writer recounts an encounter with a woman in a New York coffee shop. When the woman holds the heavy door open for her, a friendly exchange unfolds, revealing that she now lives in Las Vegas but holds a fondness for New York. The conversation touches on the woman's perception of the narrator as a New Yorker, leading to discussions about local treats like pound cake. Despite the pleasant interaction, the woman's frustration about not finding the cake hints at deeper emotions related to her current life and previous connections to the city.
A woman behind me grabbed it and held it open. Thank you, I said. Are you coming in or are you just lovely? Both, she said.
She said she lived in Las Vegas now but loved New York. She said I looked like a New Yorker. I said I was.
Do you know someplace around here where I can get pound cake? she asked. I recommended a place three blocks away. She frowned.
Oh forget it, she said. My husband doesn't need it anyway.
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