Since you couldn’t sleep anyway you might as well take a walk. Maybe you could catch some inspiration by watching people in clubs and bars, or from the moon and stars. Or maybe not… The bass line was so loud at a couple dance clubs that you fear shattering to pieces. It may have been worse than Jarrod’s junk.
Trying to stave off your headache, you escape to the nearest coffee shop, definitely a nice peaceful place. The automatic door swishes open and you sit at a table by the window and rest against the cool pane.
Few other customers were about, sipping their customized cappuccinos. Most were businesspeople according to their nice suits, cutting edge laptops, and annoying Bluetooth cellphones. One stood out though, a tall figure in black, huddled in a corner was staring over his tall foam coffee cup. You throat suddenly dries up. You stand to…
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