A lone woman sat with a bowl of soup at table four. She looked ambivalent about the soup and obsessed with a game she was playing on her phone.
Sanders peered over the counter.
The woman kept taking dainty spoonfuls of soup and dropping the spoon back in with a splash, like eating was a hassle, like she just ordered it for the right to sit there and play her game.
Sanders wiped his hands on his apron, was gonna walk out and tell her she was welcome to just loiter and play her game any Thursday he was working.
Vallera came around the corner and Sanders froze.
Vallera never came in on Thursdays. Did some weird indoor golf thing.
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