A knock on her window woke Marcie from a fitful sleep. She sat in the driver's seat in her car, with the seat tilted all the way back and her jacket draped over her. Through the window, she saw a dark human shape over her, backlit by the rising sun. With a bit of squinting, she could identify Darren holding a drink carrier bearing two cups of coffee in one hand, a grease-stained fast food bag in the other.

She pulled the lever to lift her seat back up and cranked down her window.

"I didn't know how you took your coffee, so I got a bunch of cream and sweetener options just in case."

"What? What are you doing here?" She scrubbed at her face with the palm of her hand, trying to rub the sleep out.

"I saw you sleeping in your car, figured that didn'...

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