It was a startlingly familiar looking guy around my age standing at the table, claiming the second to last book. I watched as he talked to Kerry a few moments like old friends before entering the café. I hid behind my book, but in reality, my eyes followed him to the front cash register. He was wearing dark blue-jeans, knockoff shoes and a light green, tight plaid button down.
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