“What’s his story, anyway?”
“You mean that gentleman over there? He comes in alone. Not sure what happened to his wife. But every morning, 6:45 a.m. sharp he’s here. Same time; same order; Monday through Friday.”
“And what? His story is that we talk about loved ones when things end. We never brag about what we have. We only complain about what we no longer do.”
“That’s everyone’s story around here, isn’t it?”
Inspired by the barista across the bridge, 34.