CHAPTER THREE
For a city with multiple colleges, there was a definite dearth of coffee shops in the Binghamton area.
Grayson had chosen the one and only Starbucks in town, across the street from the community college.
Even though Broome Community College was pretty working-class, the Starbucks was filled with hipster boys and white girls at the point in their lives when they thought dreads were a good idea. Generally, Grayson thought he blended in fairly well in university and college spaces. He should have stood out less here than pretty much anywhere else in Binghamton except maybe on the university campus.
Yet he was being stared at.
Even though Grayson wasn’t looking, he could feel their eyes on him. He turned his head just enough to see the table across the room with its little c
