Nov 17, 2024
closed for @tannerkohli
Riley was perched on a stool at a coffee shop downtown, flipping through their notebook while sipping a chai latte. They were jotting down ideas for an upcoming meeting when the door jingled, and a young woman entered. It took Riley a second, but they remembered her name—Tanner. They’d seen her a couple of times in town, maybe at the community center. She’d arrived about a month ago, and while Riley hadn’t spoken to her yet, Kismet Harbor was small enough that faces stuck.
When Tanner stepped up to the counter, Riley decided to say something. They flashed her a friendly smile. “Hey, Tanner, right? How’re you settling in so far?”