Meeting a Thirsty Solipsist

She was sitting at the café, her chin propped on two closed fists on the table, staring intently at three glass pitchers: one full of mango juice, one full of watermelon juice, one full of guava juice.

She didn't look up at me when she spoke. She said, "I've been looking so long at these pitchers of juice that I almost believed they were real."