Waiting defined

“You come by here every day and never say hi to me. I always say hi to you first,” she said right as I was halfway inside. Three customers streamed out, thanking me for holding the door.
“You never give me a chance. You say hi first.”
“You were almost inside. You weren’t going to say hi.”
“What if I was going to say goodbye on my way out?”
“What if I wasn’t still here? Saying hello would have guaranteed you saying something to me.”
“Wait,” I said, letting the door close. “Were you waiting for me?”
“Define waiting,” she said, looking past me at the barrista on the other side of the glass. I could hear the hiss of the milk steamer and was reminded of how badly I needed a coffee.
“Hold on. Let me grab a coffee real quick and then we’ll talk, really.”
She stared at me blankly.
“Okay?” I was getting frustrated.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.”
When I stepped back outside, she was gone. I can’t say I was surprised.