Lukewarm Coffee
I. The regular was drunk again. He sat at table four with his arm draped over the back of the chair the way he always did—expansive, entitled, the kind of body language that said this space belonged to him whether anyone invited him or not. Grace watched him from behind the bar and calculated the options. She could ask him to move his arm. She could pour him a glass of water and hope it...
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