Chapter 7: Roxy

I sat with my back to the wall in the corner of the little twenty-four-hour café I’d found to kill time in for the night. I’d already cased the place inside and out, but it’s going to be a long time before I ever feel comfortable out in the open like this, if ever. All around me, people were going about their regular lives. One couple was quietly arguing at the table a few rows from me; there was a homeless guy at the counter begging for leftovers or anything that will be tossed in another hour or so. It’s the reason I picked this place. After being on the streets for a while, I’d learned how to find places like this, places that were friendly to people who were down on their luck.