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The woman in the blue coat always ordered the same thing: cortado, no sugar, one glass of water. She sat at the corner table with a book she never seemed to finish—always page forty-three, always
The Waves
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The woman in the blue coat always ordered the same thing: cortado, no sugar, one glass of water. She sat at the corner table with a book she never seemed to finish—always page forty-three, always
The Waves
.
The café was closing, but the woman at table six hadn't moved in an hour. She sat with her hands wrapped around a cold cup of cortado, staring at the empty chair across from her.
"We're closing," I said, gentler than usual.
She looked up. Her eyes were red. "I'm waiting for someone."