Infinite possibilities.

Seated in the same cafe, at the same table, in the same position, he reads his book. I sit at a table in the corner, cornered by fear of walking over to him and saying "Hi". He could respond "Hello", "Ola", "Bonjour"or "Namaste". So many possibilities. He could be a writer, painter, dancer or singer. So many different possibilities. He could fall in love with me, name stars after me and explore galaxies with me. All the infinite possibilities stemming from a single and monosyllabic word - "Hi." Yet, all I decide to do is drink my coffee in the same cafe, in the same seat, in the same corner.