Oh, he’s still all by himself over at that side table. It’s been almost 14 minutes now on my stopwatch, him just sitting quietly and drinking coffee, nibbling on a biscotti. He looks European with his thin scarf and skinny jeans – usually those two ingredients add up to make an American hipster, but he just totally subverts the look to make it his own. I wonder where he’s from. He seems at once totally at home and completely foreign in this setting, so different than the guys I usually follow here. Nicholas over at the counter is nodding at me, then the clock – it’s almost time for it to go down. The biscotti-eating, tight jeans-wearing young man is stretching lazily, rewrapping that little scarf in preparation to go outside. I can feel the gun heavy in my purse and I know I should stand up immediately and go out the door, be waiting for him in the side alley when he emerges, but I take another sip of my espresso and ignore the burning of Nicholas’ eyes into the back of my skull. I so enjoyed watching this man drink coffee and eat cookies, I think I’ll give him a few more days to do so.
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