Everyday they walk past, just after 9AM.  He's wearing a US Navy Hat, she's in sunglasses no matter the weather.  An older couple- sixties, maybe seventies.  I have no idea.  Everyday they walk past, and everyday they wave with great enthusiasm, as though the whole point of their walk was to cruise past my window.  Today they stopped.  She got a breakfast sandwich- eggs and bacon and cheddar on a bagel that we grill with garlic butter.  "Sliced in half, if you don't mind.  We'll share while we walk," she says.

I want people to like our food so bad that I often worry about them after they've left.  I hope it's good, I think.  I hope they love it.  I was still worrying about this particular sandwich when she popped back to my window.  Oh no, I thought.  She hates it.  "Is everything ok?"  I asked with (very real) concern.

"No," she said.  "It's not ok.  It's really good and I decided I'm not sharing.  He'll have to get his own."  Behind her, he stood, quietly shaking his head and eyeing her sandwich, (The one that he paid for). Confirming that she won't share. 

So I made another and they decided to post-pone their walk and sit under our umbrella together.  Eating breakfast, but not sharing.