Someone at the next table flinches.
Then the swatting starts.
A single bee. Hovering near their glass.
It wasn't chasing anyone.
It was heading for the water.
You're not prey. You're furniture.
We do this with more than insects.
Assume everything circling us is a threat.
Read intention into movement that has none.
The bee doesn't care about your plans.
It wants the sweetness and then it's gone.
Most of what we panic about doesn't know we exist.
It's just passing through.
