My phone begins to vibrate again and this time it slithers along the counter without my hand to hold it still. I quickly snatch it up and hit the side button to stop the intrusion.
She looks at my phone and for the first time I see her frown. “You know, you should really get that.” And with that she hops off of the stool and heads for the exit.
Dumbfounded, I silently fume about her presumptions about my personal life. The jingle of the door chime broke my internal rant and I downed the last few drops in my glass and pull a few twenties out of my jacket pocket before throwing them on the counter and heading after her....
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