Before me, a man dressed all in grey with white Reeboks is drinking coffee and reading a novel. Across the room, a woman with light green hair cries to herself. She is wearing a yellow sun-dress and bright red lipstick. Her face is dirty. To my left, a fish tank full of darting Neon Tetras hums and gurgles contentedly.
Jazz floats in from the kitchen.
The smell of hot cider drifts up from the table, and I sip from my cup, staring down at the blank pages of my notebook. Outside I see a Jeep, fire-engine red with a black canopy. The skin tightens around my scalp as I stare out the window. No, it's not his Jeep, the dents are different, and no 4x4 club sticker. The Jeep drives past, and the street is momentarily empty.