She sat alone
A table for two
Waiting for a dream
The lilacs permeated
The warm Spring air
Making her believe
She sipped her tea
And ate her muffin
Knowing what to do
She paid the bill
And tipped the waiter
Leaving with a smile
She’d done her best
To spread some joy
For a random stranger
When the waiter came
He cleared the table
Finding a $100 tip
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – permeate