CHAPTER 4I usually went to a coffee shop in a fairly quiet part of town, although it was not for the coffee. Sure, they had some decent roasts, but that’s not why I went there. It was for the ambiance. Calm and peaceful. I took my job searches to that coffee shop, sitting with my laptop.
One Saturday afternoon, Mirabelle canceled our movie night in favor of a date with Paul. I could not argue with that. But on days like that, I felt especially lonely.
I had just bought a cappuccino and returned to my solitary seat at a table when I noticed this tall, dark, sparsely bearded man approach the cash register. I caught a glimpse of his face only because I had just gotten up to fetch some paper napkins. I looked at him, and in my mind, I thought, Ochuko. This guy looks like an Ochuko.
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