I’m at the counter at Schaller & Weber in Yorkville—in the midst of many others—patiently waiting to order some potato salad to take to my friend Sally’s Fourth of July gathering.
A man cuts his way through the crowd of people to talk to the young woman standing beside me.
She looks elegant in a spaghetti-strapped sequined top of bright orange…classy black slacks…and stunning, sleek, jewel-studded black Manolos.
He looks dapper in trendy glasses and a stylish button-up, with clean, crisp, blue lines…fashionable jeans…and pointed, lace-up, luxurious leather Cubans.
They are both a little under-the-weather. She said he had been coughing all night and she had to take a nap during the day because she had started to feel sick.
“You know how it suddenly just starts to come on, and you start to feel it?” she asked me.
“I sure do,” I answered. “But—don’t worry—you still look great…and I absolutely love your shoes.”