Flavors of Freedom [divorced couple not wanting to label every moment]

Flavors of Freedom

Episode 1: The First Note

Subtitle: The Serendipity of a Starbucks Line

Prelude:

It all begins with a simple coffee mix-up in line at Starbucks, a quick laugh, and a casual conversation. No big expectations, just an easy, spontaneous connection between two strangers. They part ways without exchanging numbers, but there’s a sense of something unspoken between them.

Poem:

The order was wrong, but it felt so right,

A stolen glance, the start of light.

A laugh exchanged, a fleeting word,

In the chaos, something stirred.

Letter:

My Dearest Friend,

I often think back to that brief moment—the coffee mix-up, our shared laughter. There was something light in the air, something simple, yet profound. I didn’t ask for more, and neither did you, but I felt something shift. Whatever this becomes, I hope we keep it easy, no rush, no pressure. I look forward to whatever comes next.

Yours,

—Leon Jazzy Coleman