January 18
Katie has finished her deliveries, and she seats herself across the table from a man. The guy’s handsome but a little unkempt, like he’s been away from the world for a while. Light brown hair and somewhat generic clothes finish the picture that this man could be anyone, and I’d walk right past him. He seems to resemble someone I know, but I can’t place my finger on it. So, naturally, the fact that I get a major chill up and down my spine upon realizing that Katie and this jerk are talking catches me totally off-guard.
This feels wrong. Not my voyeurism, but the meeting going on across the cafe. Katie looks like she’s having a good time, her eyes deep within the man’s. But I just can’t see it clearly enough to be right, and honestly, the guy gives me the creeps. What is his deal? Is he trying to scam Katie? Is he trying to date her? Is he just being a general weirdo?
I drain the last of the coffee and take the cup up to the trash bin near the register. Lou nods as I dispose of the waste. “Good today?”
“Always good, Lou,” I say. “Say. Who’s that chatting up Katie?”
“Dunno,” Lou says, shrugging. “She says she’s been waiting to meet with him for a while. Came in with someone else, but he must be in the can.”
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