I played with my Styrofoam cup and looked around the
coffee shop. An older woman sipped tea while reading a conservative paper. I
tried to make out the front page headline when a man walking outside caught my
eye. His tie was loud, and his big watch sparkled offensively. It made me
squint. I turned away from the light. The sound of the door chime drew my
already turning head behind me. A short man in a Hawaiian shirt entered. He
wasn’t the man I was looking for, so I didn’t take the time to notice anything
else about him.
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