As I waited in the drive-thru line of cars, I began deleting unwanted pictures from my camera. I was still doing this as my turn at the window came up. William was the epitome of friendliness as I paid for my drink.
William: Will you take my picture?
~A: I'd love to take your picture.
William stuck this pose and titled it "The Barista." But the pronunciation was more Italian, sort of like "the ba-REES-ta."
And I drove away with a smile on my face.