The kid had kept in his pocket two stirrer sticks from a place on the board walk. He liked the feeling of them. Wood, but a cheap kind, and when he pulled one back it would snap on the other. He was doing that over and over again while he was thinking.
He liked that cafe only now he couldn't go back. But he had just asked for double espresso, and after the woman made it, and he turned around she asked him.
"Wait, don't you want any sugar in that? Here you go."
Then she gave him the two stirrer sticks.
It was, it didn't mean anything, especially romantically, he was just taking aback by it. She didn't have to say anything, but for some reason she had to say something. It was kind he thought. Snapping the stirring sticks in his pocket.
He had even taken a packet of sugar, although he didn't really like it he tried it.
He wanted now the
Seaside Rest
's coffee. He liked how the bar guy made it. Every morning at 7am it was there. He never saw him prepare only reaped the reward.
He saw the big black car drove away, but nothing else interesting. He was wearing gym clothes now, with a hat even drew on some facial hair.
