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Jack sits at a table near the door, sipping a cup of coffee and trying not to look nervous, though it's nearly impossible to do. While he's trying to look around the bar and keep an eye on things, his eyes keep straying back to the door. He'd left a note for Chris on Michelle's fridge, letting her know where he was, and though he knows it might be a while before she comes in, he can't help but keep looking for her.
Every once in a while, his hand goes to his right pocket, as though he's checking that something's still there.
Every once in a while, his hand goes to his right pocket, as though he's checking that something's still there.