Legwork
Father Adam put out his cigarette on the sole of his shoe. Making sure it was extinguished, he dropped into the trash can at the curb nearby. Retrieving his black coffee, he leaned back in the chair and let the drink warm his hands.
The café was more of a greasy spoon than a trendy coffee shop as it tried to claim. That didn’t really matter to him, the service was friendly and the company was interesting.
He looked across the small table and regarded his dinning partner as the man poured through the local paper.
"Looking for anything specific?"
The café was more of a greasy spoon than a trendy coffee shop as it tried to claim. That didn’t really matter to him, the service was friendly and the company was interesting.
He looked across the small table and regarded his dinning partner as the man poured through the local paper.
"Looking for anything specific?"