Steve Williams was waiting for his girlfriend in The Tombs.
He looked around the place from where he sat in a booth, trying to find peace of mind in the solidity of his surroundings. The bar had a respectable lunchtime crowd, a mix of professionals grabbing a quick bite and college students taking a much-needed break from prepping for finals.
The younger patrons were predominately from Georgetown. Angie had told him that paying frequent visits to The Tombs was an unofficial tradition for those who attended the university. Steve watched a group of particularly fit students laughing and flirting at the bar. There was a handful of guys wearing bright pastel Polo shirts and khaki pants. They were flocked around two girls, who wore similar shirts along with shorts. One of the girls leaned over the bar,...
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