Café Girl: The Quintessential

The café seemed to just part when she walked in.  In that way that happens when everyone seems to look up at once.  Or inhale at the same time.  I noticed from a balcony at the back of the place, in between glimpses at The Economist, and thoughts about American democracy.  She sat next to me and did not look up for the next two hours.  I did.  It was as if . . . she were posing.  Quintessential Café Girl:  Café Babe.

 

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