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Aard though it was, I et a position at the only coffee shop in town, the Brew Ha Ha which, ugh, I know
Unfortunately, the aardness had nothing to do with the name of the place
Although it had been opened by his o, the current oas none other than the last guy I dated before I skipped toith Trevor, Brian Mulrooney When ere kids, his nicknabean” due to his slih school rolled around he’d begun to fill out and quite nicely, if memory serves
Now though?
U’ continued And continued And Continued
So ainst the hand sink behind the counter and watched him squat down in front of uishing where his waist stopped and his butt started He’d grown so large that his back fat folded in fro it appear as if his ass crack was nearly a foot long
As he worked, I stared at the fissure with a ust and awe, amazed at the human body’s ability to adapt After a few runts froainst the e maker, he stood, and hitched up his pants
“That should do it,” he said, as he turned back towards me A translucent mustache of sweat bubbled across his upper lip as he continued, “If that steaht for it and it’s out in the truck But if it does, tell et back down there on my hands and knees and work on it”
Ick
“Um, okay,” I said, as I wiped my hands across the front of my apron “I’m sure it’ll be fine until after my shift is over”
He frowned at me for a moment, uncertain of exactly what I , disappeared into the back I smiled and wiped off the steam arm with a towel as I looked around the almost empty coffee bar
The only person there was Mr Wilson A forym coach, he was now a retired ho passed his tialone I adnity to it
And speaking of quiet, the truth was that except for the big rush in the ht around lunch, the restaurant was quite peacefulhere for so about the slower pace that soothed me Maybe at an unconscious level it hat I needed at this point in one for a couple of weeks now, I still had no desire, zero, to go back to LA
I glanced up at the clock on the wall and saas a little past three, which was a bit early forand ere dead
“Brian,” I called out “Can I take my break now?”
“That’s fine,” he yelled back
After grabbing a roast beef on a croissant froerated display, I pulled up a chair and sat at one of the tables near the front of the coffee shop As usual the weather outside threatened loom
However, at least the sandas tasty I suppose Brian didn’t get that big by accident Kimmie, his wife, was the cook Her food was delicious No question about it
It began to rain outside as I ate Before long, enough fell so that it sprayed out fro another bite of ainst the wet pavement, but of course, I couldn’t
Just about that ti my sandwich down, I reached in and pulled it out to read the text nored it, as I had all the es, calls and e to say to anyone
I paid no attention to any of theo back Not to what I left behind
So why didn’t I reply and simply tell everyone that’s how I felt?
As I chewed a bite of the salted beef and buttery bread, I askedto do after all Especially when it ca to knohat’s ih on it I was in a situation where I wanted nothing to do with either knowing or doing
I shoved the phone back down in my apron and continued to eat
About tenup, I went to the restroo about looking as if he were preparing to leave As I washed up, my suspicions were confiro off
“Bye Mr Wilson! See you tomorrow”
He always said the sa when he left ‘You will The Good Lord and weather per’
Cracking open the bathroolanced to one out at all
“Oh, Mr Wilson,” I began, a bit taken back I pointed in the direction of the coffee shop entrance and said, “I thought you left I heard the chio off and…”
Turning er ht at the same instant my mouth dropped open in shock
“Grey?”