I am at Wheelhouse Coffee in Downtown Los Angeles. About forty minutes, give or take L.A traffic, from TOMS Flagship Store where I first met Constance. I'm sitting at Wheelhouse Coffee, writing in my journal, and I notice a familiar face sit down on the sofa nearby. I look over and think it can't be. This is L.A. One of the largest and most heavily populated cities in the world. The odds of running into someone I know in a random coffee shop forty minutes from where I am from is ridiculous.
I look over again and searchingly say her name. 'Constance?'
Both of us in shock at each other's presence here, we exclaim, 'What!?' and get up to hug each other.
Constance and I met a month ago at TOMS Coffee on Abbot Kinney. She was a stranger that I approached at the time to do a Dreams Over Drinks talk. A month later and forty minutes from where we first met, we are meeting again like old friends, catching up and talking about everything.
She says, 'Ok, this means we are so meant to be friends.' She is so right and I get a rush of joy from our encounter. I'm trying to wrap my mind around it. Los Angeles is huge. Almost four million people live here and I run into someone from Dreams Over Drinks.
This inspires me. As vast and infinite as Los Angeles can feel, this is one of those moments that make it feel small. There is a community being built around Dreams Over Drinks. I'm starting to really feel it. One by one, strangers are becoming less unfamiliar. My world is becoming more connected. This isn't the first time I've run into someone I know at a coffee shop and I know it definitely won't be the last.
Wheelhouse Coffee / Los Angeles, CA