She paid and took their coffees. It always felt religious. A laying on of hands, she thought. She was prevaricating. A deep breath and she turned from the counter. This was no big deal. Look he was smiling. She smiled back. That sent the right signals. She was cool, in control. She put the coffees down and reached her hand out, still warm from the cup. A handshake, a warm, confident handshake. Then she saw the reading on his Palmreader (™) app. Thirty seconds ago, stress/anxiety: red. “So, tell me about yourself,” he said turning the phone face down.