Running Car

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The cafe was also empty. He ordered a mocha again and sat by the window. But now it felt less like a spot unobtainable, and more like it was his office. It was expecting him as much as he was expecting it. 

He was the only one in the cafe for almost an hour. 

The barista also reading their book every 20 minutes or so another customer would walk in order a coffee  to go and leave. The only people stopping by were going somewhere. Probably to a family event. Howard started to write down the people.

“Steve was 46 years old” He wrote.

“An age no one chooses to be. He was late to get the turkey, or no he started the turkey but he’d forgotten an important part. Maybe or he burned it, so he came in here for a break. A brief respite before going back into the gauntlet.”

The bell rang as he left. Howard went back to his book. The bell rang again. 

“This time it was Cindy, a normal regular who had to keep to her routine. Everything was fine, but she also just wanted a pause with it all. A break just ten minutes.”

Howard felt like she spent a lot of time stirring in sugar before she too went out he door back to her running car. 
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