ond she stepped outside,

cally against the wet pavement. She ducked into the f

smelled like burnt

the chair. She was soaked. Her hair was plastered to her sku

me! Are

It came from the table

d her eyes a

as standing over a table

ad shoulders too well to be off the rack. He had dark sunglasses on,

ee cup with both hand

a waste of my time. My father said you were

. He just sat there,

nued. She waved her hand in front of his face. "Hello? Can

. The sadness from ten minutes ago was ev

silent. He took a

bed her glass of water. "Ma

ed her a

ed before s

oting out. She caught the woman's wrist

of it was nothing compared to her rage. She didn't let go. She

ll?" the wom

oman and the man in the whe

her phone, her fingers flying across the screen. She typed a single sentence an

T

are

in, her movements

this hot coffee down that dress," the screen read

ad gone quiet. Ev

le. She snatched her purse. "Freaks," she mu

he didn't know she was hol

tening into concern. She gave a small

ad slightly. He didn'

e was deep, smooth like gravel

ooked at his hands. They were large, with long f

you

one again and typed

lto

ts stiff. A few bills slipped from his

ting them off. She placed them back into his hand, her

her own credit card on the table. My treat. She offered a

He turned his h

paying

denly exhausted. She typed on her phone: We both ha

a long time. He just held the

he table. It vibrated so ha

bank: INSUFFICIENT FUNDS

ger was gone. The sadness was g