Advice from a millionaire

#storytime "Is this seat taken?" A man dressed in a black suit and a coffee in hand asked. He was already halfway into the chair when he said it. I was at the adjacent table when I heard it. He wasn't asking me. He was asking the woman who looked up, one hand holding a paper cup, the other trying to keep a small boy from sliding off his seat. A second child sat beside her, quietly peeling the label off a juice bottle. "Michael, no!" she yelled at the kid. But that didn't deter him, he was sitting beside her, sipping on his latte. I noticed him because he didn't belong to the table. He had given himself permission to be part of this story. At first I could only hear fragments of the conversation carried between the hiss of the espresso machine and the scrape of the chairs. "…people always ask me…" "…not about luck…" "…mindset is everything…" He spoke with the rhythm of someone used to being listened to. Not pausing for responses, just enough space to suggest one might exist. The woman…