You’re in deep conversation over breakfast at the Bayside with Gabby who’s threatening to delete you from her contacts because you’re never around. The waterfront cafe is thick with house boaters. Across the room, you see JuJu dancing in front of the locked bathroom. You wave. Realize you’re holding bacon. Not crispy. And laugh. JuJu smiles, both of you gazing at the dawn of the bacon-wave from across a crowded room. Gabby glares. But you’re smiling at the discovery of a game-changing greeting. Euphoric by the possibilities of breakfast food waves—crispy or floppy for starters—you reach for syruped pancakes. Waves, like aloha, can go ways galore. Gabby rises from your booth; presses delete. Still holding bacon, you bite cheerfully, give a half wave.

Bio: Guy Biederman