The man at the next table is...far too still. He doesn't even look over as he speaks, and there's a drink near his own elbow that was placed there, at some point, and remains untouched. As it is, John can't drink or eat in public, and after his arrival when whatever he drank made him horny as hell...
Yeah. He's not doing that again.
The mention of coffee, however, makes him finally turn to regard the other man--no one he recognizes, but he's also slowly become aware that he's been gone...a week at least. Maybe two.
"There's good coffee here. Know that much...thank God for small favors."
arrival
The man at the next table is...far too still. He doesn't even look over as he speaks, and there's a drink near his own elbow that was placed there, at some point, and remains untouched. As it is, John can't drink or eat in public, and after his arrival when whatever he drank made him horny as hell...
Yeah. He's not doing that again.
The mention of coffee, however, makes him finally turn to regard the other man--no one he recognizes, but he's also slowly become aware that he's been gone...a week at least. Maybe two.
"There's good coffee here. Know that much...thank God for small favors."