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The coffee cup was chipped on the rim. Emma noticed it before the woman sat down.
"Is anyone—?"
"No, please." Emma moved her bag.
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The coffee cup was chipped on the rim. Emma noticed it before the woman sat down.
"Is anyone—?"
"No, please." Emma moved her bag.
The woman at table six ordered the same thing every Tuesday—cortado, croissant, newspaper folded to the crossword. She never finished the crossword. She'd fill in three, maybe four words, then stare at the half-empty grid like it was a window into something she couldn't quite see.
Miguel had been watching her for months. Not in a creepy way—just the way a barista watches regulars, the way you notice patterns in people the same way you notice the afternoon light hitting the espresso machine at exactly 4:47.
Today she was crying.