She knew every single song on the radio she listened to but this time it wasn't a radio and it wasn't a song she knew.
Today, while she ordered a small chai tea, she heard a tune unlike any she'd heard yet, and it was nothing special, either.
It was a hum; simply a hum. She looked to the source and realized it was him-- the gray man that intrigued her so much.
He was scribbling something down on a note pad, pausing to hum, then returning to the paper. She wanted to speak, but didn't want to bother him.
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Coffee Thoughts [✔️ 2017]
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