"--listen, what flowers are good for after a date? Well, he's--yes, I want to get my boyfriend flowers--you know what, forget it." A phone clicks shut.
To one side of the Cafe is a man in jeans and a polo shirt, also on the phone. "Adam, you're not old. Trust me, you're not. Just... help me out here, please?"
Drag queens rarely blend into the scenery. Then again, this is Alphabet city. Alas for poor Josh, though, Mark's got good eyes and ears. Looking up from the notebook he's discussing with Adam, Mark ends the phone conversation, picking up his things, and going to Adam's table. "Hey, this space taken?"
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