I had been sitting in the juice bar the whole day listening to Hank tell his stories, it was a Tuesday and twelve o'clock was about to strike and he soon would have to close for lunch.
He served a customer and I sat at one of the white tables, flickering through a trashy magazine.
She watched him smile at the early thirty year old women he served, after she left he told Indi how much that women reminded him of his daughter, who'd passed away a few years ago.
She had the urge to hug the man, but Indi remained still in her seat.
Atticus walked in the door, banging his shoulder into the handle as he went.
"Shit" He cursed and Indi found herself somewhat surprised, her mouth formed an O shape and he shook his head.
"Sorry, Mom was never the one for toning down language" He shrugged and she waved it off.
His eyes were tired and his jaw looked swollen but she didn't say a word.
She sipped on the last chocolate milk she would ever have before tuning back into Hank's farway adevntures and she saw out of the corner of her eye that Atticus had a lopsided grin on his face.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpiritualIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
