Every morning, Dahlia stopped at the same coffee shop before work. She always ordered a small tea with honey. She sat at the corner table.
每天早上上班前，达莉娅都会去同一家咖啡店。她总是点一杯加蜂蜜的小杯茶，坐在角落的桌子旁。
A man came in most mornings too. He always ordered the same strange drink. It was coffee with a little cinnamon and no sugar. He usually sat near the window.
大多数早晨，也有一位男士会来。他总是点同样一种古怪的饮料：加一点肉桂、不放糖的咖啡。他通常坐在窗边。
For weeks, they nodded at each other but never spoke.
好几个星期，他们只是互相点点头，从没说过话。
One rainy Tuesday, the corner table was taken. Dahlia looked around. The only free seat was across from the man by the window.
一个下雨的周二，角落的桌子被人占了。达莉娅环顾四周。唯一的空位，就在窗边那位男士的对面。
"Is this seat free?" she asked.
“这个座位有人吗？”她问。
"Yes, please sit," he said. He smiled and moved his bag off the chair. "I'm Zane."
“没有，请坐，”他说。他笑着把包从椅子上拿开。“我叫赞恩。”
"Dahlia," she said. She sat down and looked at his cup. "Coffee with cinnamon, right? I noticed it before."
“达莉娅，”她说。她坐下来，看了看他的杯子。“加肉桂的咖啡，对吧？我以前就注意到了。”
Zane laughed. "And you always get tea with honey," he said. "I noticed too."
赞恩笑了。“你总是点加蜂蜜的茶，”他说，“我也注意到了。”
They talked for twenty minutes about small, ordinary things.
他们聊了二十分钟，说的都是些细小平常的事。
When it was time to go, Zane asked, "Same time tomorrow?"
该走的时候，赞恩问：“明天老时间？”
"Same table, if it's free," Dahlia said with a smile.
“老位子，要是没人坐的话，”达莉娅笑着说。
The next morning, the corner table sat empty. Dahlia walked past it anyway. She sat by the window instead.
第二天早上，角落的桌子空着。达莉娅还是从它旁边走了过去。她坐到了窗边。
