he walked past you to the counter to order "A small coffee, black," he said, his voice smooth and silky like a fine whiskey. He felt your eyes on him and glanced in your direction, giving you a small, polite smile and a head nod Your face flushed as he acknowledged you and you quickly turned your head to look back out the window, trying to mind your own business You could see a tall shadow approaching you in the reflection of the glass "This seat taken?" the voice says from behind you