Coffee shop side quest

An old woman told me an interesting story today. She was 78 and knew an aquaintance of mine who ran a coffee stand that happened to be on my way to work. She was friendly and kind and aware of her surroundings and the subtext of conversation.

I hope that she didn't think it was rude when I said I had to eat my lunch quickly. I had work in 10 minutes and I knew that I would need every calorie and every miligram of caffiene.

I was extremely interested in her story and her life and the world she grew up in but I just didn't have time. She said that she recognized me from somewhere but I think she was making it up. She took a selfie with me and I can't imagine a more pure thing to do with a stranger you've just met.

She told me a story about how a coffee shop she was in got robbed. A tall handsome man walked in while she was talking to the clerk. He was quiet and well dressed. A song she liked came on the jukebox and she asked him if she knew a dance that she knew. They danced. I thought about how strange it would be to live in that kind of world. How unlike my life it must have been. To know a dance and have a stranger know it too. To dance so freely and effortlessly in public.

The song ended and the man sat down. He turned his back to the counter and looked at his phone. She went outside to speak with her friend and a few minutes later heard a loud bang. She thought it must've been something in the kitchen and turned to walk inside. The man pushed his way through the door and ran past her. Behind him she heard the baristas yell "stop that guy we just got robbed"

I wanted to sit and have my lunch at a table with her but I chose not to. Maybe I chose wrong.