Coffee made Perfect

They sat with their backs to me, side-by-side, next to the window. He wore a blue-and-red plaid shirt crossed over the shoulders with blue suspenders. Tracings of white etched the place where stylish sideburns surely once drew more than her eyes alone. Leaning in, he dwarfed her, the way a Sequoia might a Japanese Maple.  He’s [Read More...]