Chapter ElevenI find the perfect spot to wait, and I watch an older Latino couple who were directly behind me take their turn ordering a beverage. Following them is none other than gargantuan himself. His voice carries like a deep echo down an empty tunnel. It's a sound that instantly draws the attention of everyone standing close, as if his size isn't enough. He must be used to the lingering eyes, because he doesn't even flinch at the attention. His coffee is also ordered black. What is it with these manly men? It's like they have to prove something. I don't get it.
It's easy enough to impress and deceive, I don't understand why people try so hard to look tough. Oh well, I think, if that is their preferred lie then so be it, at least I have the balls to go all the way. There's nothing mo
