You might see him by the valet booth next to the spa attached to the Springbloom Mall, where people with nothing better to do shopped and met for vegan cheesecake, a slice the price of the average toaster.
It was the type of mall with personal shoppers, where one tried on jewelry usually reserved for glass cases.
He slipped his own glasses back in their case, looking like a saturnine tragedy, and knowing it.
The purchase of a large coffee with exotic flavors and more sugar than an entire parish in Louisiana differentiated him from a loiterer. This was calculated as well.
He would prefer black, from the donut shop with two strikes from the health department.
He listened carefully to conversations and watched gleefully for mannerisms and tics.
Christmas season was especially fertile; More booze and more words flowed.
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