JUNE;
The cab pulled up right before the coffee shop. Adults walked in and out of it, my throat gulped. The watch on my wrist showed a few minutes before five in the evening. The air was getting even colder, as if we should expect autumn rain soon.
A doorman held the door while I went through, returning his bright smile even though my ankle still throbbed a little from the fall. The coffee shop buzzed with life, soft chatter, the hiss of the espresso machine, and the rich smell of coffee beans filling the air nicely.
I headed straight for a table by the window and sat down. Minutes later, Mary strutted in, all bright smiles and bubbly energy. She spotted me immediately and slid into the seat across from me with a dramatic sigh of happiness.
“Finally! My June bug in a real coffee shop,
