Chapter 3: Coffee, Tea, or Me?
Who knew this many people needed a latte on a Tuesday morning? Kit collected his coffee and scanned the room. Every table was full, mostly with students typing away on laptops or oldsters with the daily paper. He edged through the crowd at the door and made his way across the street to the park. Maybe his favorite bench by the pond would be free. The park was one of the main reasons Kit kept the apartment. He didn’t think he could live in a place where he couldn’t get out and get a bit of nature now and then.
His luck wasn’t holding up today. As he rounded the bend of the pathway, he spotted a tall figure, muscular arms outstretched across the back of Kit’s favorite bench. Something about the man looked very familiar, so Kit kept walking until he could see
