Apr 26, 2017
The Crack of Noon
Nova lounged in the cast iron chairs between two brick buildings, her feet up on one of the other chairs at the table. Her cigarette hung from her mouth and she held her coffee cup in her hand. Bleary-eyed, she watched as waiters brought plates heaping with burgers and omelettes, espresso and diet cokes, mimosas and bloody maries. She had never before considered the contradictions of brunch before, but she couldn’t help but reflect on the subject as she watched her fellow patrons at the restaurant.
Though, of course, her thoughts were interrupted when she watched Koda enter and scan the patio for her. Setting her cigarette in the ashtray, she removed her sunglasses and waved to him.
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