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I watch, as always, over the top of my book. This is my corner, it’s where I sit. I’ve seen Charlie draw art on a cappuccino and woo his rugby player. Darcy got left unattended and found herself swept off her feet. I watch, curious about the next drama.
The cafe is busy. I sip my flat white, picking up my lemon bar and enjoying the tart citrus bite on my tongue.
“Can I sit here? There’s nowhere else open.”
My face must show my concern.
“I just want to read, with my coffee.”
Relief, a nod, and he sits.