his usual spot at the counter.
The bell jingled again. Sarah walked in, red scarf wrapped around her neck, hair in a messy bun. She was a regular and a full-time student at the community college, and part of the generation that did everything with a phone in hand.
She hesitated by the door.
“You okay?” I asked.
Her cheeks were pink from the cold. “I, uh… continue reading …
