At 24, her life was all planned out. Graduated top in her undergrad class in biology. On track to finish her graduate degree in a year. Part time job as a spin instructor. Her own apartment in a downtown loft. Her life was amazing, perfect.

Her parents constantly questioned her about her romantic life, but who had time for that? Besides, men only think with their head in their pants.

She had finished her Wednesday evening spin class and headed outside when she caught sight of a new coffee shop that was open. It was small and independent, just her style, so she decided to stop in. The place was bright, colorful, with plenty of tables but few customers for a 8pm on a Wednesday. She ordered a latte and had a seat near the back corner.

She looked up from her latte and saw a painting. At least she thought it was a painting, but it seemed clear to her that the abstract colors spelled out the word 'SUBMIT'. She couldn't not see those letters in the painting. She thought about moving, there were many open tables, but her body didn't move. She couldn't look away, she sipped occasionally from her latte while staring at the painting trying to make any sense of its meaning.

An older man with a dark beard, likely the manager, tapped her on the shoulder, slightly harder than the first few times. She looked up. "Miss, it is closing time, you must leave." She apologized to him, grabbed her latte, and walked towards the door. She was thinking she should ask him about the painting and why it says 'SUBMIT' but something had compelled her to exit right away.

She had several items on her agenda for Thursday morning, but somehow she ended up back at the coffee shop. With no line she walked to the front counter where an older man with a beard served her another latte. She was about to take a seat near the front window when the man suggested that she sit at the same table as last night.

She was confused, how did he know her? How did he know where she sat last night? And besides, the nerve of him thinking that he could tell her where to sit! She sat, took a sip of her latte, and once again from the back corner of this small shop stared at an enticing piece of artwork that clearly spoke to her.

'SUBMIT'