The
waitress refilled his cup and walked away to the next table, like an
automaton doing a job. Not really caring, being robotic.
Max
lit another cigarette and took a long pull from it. He was glad that this
reality hadn't even heard of the anti-smoking movement yet.
"Penny
for your thoughts?" Maggie asked as she slid into the booth
beside him. "You look like you could use some company at the moment."
"Just
thinking," he replied; his eyes seemed far and distant.
"About
something in particular or in general?" she asked, snuggling closer to him.
"About
the perfect cup of coffee," he said with a fond remembrance
smile.
No comments:
Post a Comment