Time Slot Lovers

Twenty years later, when I wiped the 137th ice-cracked coffee cup, the young intern pointed out the window and exclaimed. A man in a navy blue trench coat is standing against the light, the meteorite ring on his ring finger tapping on the window display, playing the Cantor melody. The electronic clock at the cashier always stops at 13:47. The coffee grounds at this moment always contain the starlight of all time and space.