coffee shop

Jan
12
2012

Photo by MissFran on www.sxc.hu

“Hot latte for Jamie Richardson,” the barista said.

Without looking up from my book I stepped up to the counter, said my flippant “thanks” and wrapped my hand around the cup’s sleeve.

As I did, another hand grabbed mine.

I looked up to see a man standing a good 10 inches taller and 10 inches broader. He was eyeing my caffeine.

“It’s for Jamie Richardson,” the barista repeated.

The man and I said in unison, “that’s me.”

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