Half past a busy weekend, I stop at Bauhaus to catch my breath.

Somebody’s homework is spread across the table next to mine. But no one has been around to work on it since I sat down.

On my other side, a guy is typing an outline on his laptop. He stops to take a call on his cell phone. He talks first about lawn mowers, then about bunnies.

At the windowside bar, someone brings two glasses of iced Kool-Aid Italian sodas to the windowside bar. As she sets them down, they briefly catch light from the setting sun and focus two bright flashes of red light in my eyes.

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