Zach stopped by the new coffee shop in Brighton after picking up a few things, both for his home and his classroom. He’d learned to pick things up when he found them on clearance, even if he wasn’t quite sure what he would do with it. It had come in handy several times. He scanned the extensive menu as he waited in line, trying to decide what he wanted. He was focused on the boards above the counter and didn’t bother to look around until after he’d placed his order and stepped aside. While he waited, Zach looked around. It was a small place with about a dozen tables, and only one available. Not that it mattered, he wasn’t planning to stay anyway.
The teenager behind the counter called his name. Zack took his drink and turned for the door. There she was. He’d thought he’d seen her several
