There is a guy who goes to the local coffee shop every morning at 8:30 AM. He always orders a black coffee, sits in the same corner, and reads a book. I don’t even like coffee, but I’ve spent over $300 this month just to sit two tables away and watch the way his throat moves when he swallows. I’ve memorized the scar on his thumb. I’m terrified of the day he finishes his book
