It Marks the Spot

On this sunny day, I took a break from work and picked up a cup of green tea from the St. Francis Hotel lobby. The man behind the counter smiled at me as he handed me my tea. He said he had a birthmark above his lip just like mine but his disappeared. Just like my freckles, I always forget about my birthmark too. I told him how my high school classmate would always tease me that I had chocolate on my lip, and I'd fall for it everytime trying to wipe it away, he and the other guy laughed. Of course, that made me want chocolate so I bought a brownie too as we small-talked. My mom's friend always made a point to tell me when I was a child that my birthmark was good luck; I believed her, still do. After we were done with our transaction, the man smiled at me again and said heavily-accented, "Don't lose your birthmark, don't lose your chocolate." I'll try not to, hee hee, have a good day. I enjoyed my brownie and tea under the sun in Union Square entertained by breakdancers - what a nice break!