I was impressed at her ignorance. I was mad at her flippancy. “What do you mean, you’ve been there for me?
Making my way to the counter, I read the menu, settling on a vanilla latte. I ordered my coffee and found an empty booth in the corner and waited.
I’d arrived early, so I did the nosey-people-watching thing for a bit before I saw the person I was supposed to meet.
Even from afar, I could tell who she was, what I think she represented.
She ordered her drink and made her way to my table, sitting down opposite me.
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