Sunday morning. About to be 9 am . The shine from the sun illuminates the small caff in which Jennifer sits. Tall and with amber skin, she pushes her long, black hair from her face with her right hand and tucks it behind her ear. Now her beautiful round, doe eyes can be seen. She takes a sip of her coffee and pretends to look over the menu. She’s not hungry. She’s waiting. In walks an older gentleman wearing a dark jacket. He brings with him a somber presence. He takes a sit at the counter of the café and softly orders. He turns around to see who else happens to be in the café, besides the staff. A father with his two children. A young lady. Two men sitting side by side. Another woman crying over the phone. And a homeless man who passed out on the counter few seats away from where he is. The gentleman turns back around as the waitress serves him a cup of coffee. He thanks her as she walks away. Jennifer notices as the man swung his head around and ...
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