New York was supposed to jump-start my life. I stalled in Columbus. Yet, somehow, among the millions in New York City, I felt alone; not just alone, lonely.
"Hi," the man at the café counter smiled. "What can I get you?"
Outside, my sunglasses muted the September sun; inside, I used them to hide.
"Medium hot black coffee," I murmured.
"Name?" He asked.
"Bri," I mumbled.
I didn't give him much thought.
The following day, I shuffled, still hiding behind my sunglasses.
"Morning, Bri. Medium hot black coffee?" He smiled at me.
"Ah, yeah... thanks."
Suddenly I felt less alone.
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