Marc was having his coffee at the diner. They knew what he liked, the usual they would say, and beyond that just uhuhs and thats okay sweetie followed. Nothing else. They knew how he took his coffee, which before that was reserved to, well if he thought about it, his wife and that cafe in
Westcity
. Before that though it was girls he dated long enough to be official. In college that was a measure if they stayed over enough to make coffee together in the morning. He went outside to catch some sun. Like the sunflowers on the other side of highway he was drawn to it. He sipped his coffee. It was quiet, he breathed in and out slowly, he imagined ocean waves hitting the beach. He imagined seagulls. He expected Max. Everyday that kid, or realistically man, would drive in blaring some shit rap from the 90's acting hard. He'd seen what this diner, and his parents basement, he didn't know anything Marc thought. Getting angrier, and who has vanity plates, Maxx. He was angry with expectation, but max didn't come. He asked inside, and they said he was sick, but Marc was dubious, he'd seen him come in sniffling before. Marc felt uneasy. Whats stopping him now?
Abraham Kim
