One-Hundred Percent On

The look on your face wasn’t of surprise or remorse, but of exhaustion. It read of a long day that just stretched another mile. And as the pint of beer I had ordered tipped over from its perch on your serving tray and splashed its entire contents onto my younger brother, it was as if you’d reached an oasis to find a mirage. You apologized profusely and cleaned him up as best you could. We joked that you’d probably get a ticket for splashing alcohol on a minor. You tried hard to smile, then let us know that all of our meals would be on the house. Fruit flies began circling my brother thanks to the sweet IPA and we thanked him for dinner.

Portrait by Maya Guilin for #POBEshow 2014