I'll Do Better #27
Hutch
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He smiled as if nothing had passed between us since the day he bade farewell, leaving his office that briefly became mine.
“Hi Anya. It’s good to see you.”
“I wish I could say the same, Hutch.”
“That’s a broadside.”
“I can’t lie. I feel disappointed.”
“Understandable.”
Coffee Bean had hit a momentary early afternoon lull. It was a transitional time. Lunch was over, and late coffee buyers were scarce because a horizontal drizzle forced them to endure their office brew, likely powdered, possibly granulated if they were lucky. Vending machines always delivered okay coffee, not shit enough to toss the cup in the trashcan, never to return, but not good either.