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“I should stress that it’s enrichment, and not summer
school, though. And I seriously can’t wait. Don’t make
too many friends. I’m sel sh, and want you to myself.
She continued fussing with the machine. Why don’t you
grab an iced coffee or something, and we’ll hang when
rush hour of cially ends It’s winding down but I’m sure
more people are coming.
Rush hour never ends when you’re on the floor
Mr. Hathaway shouted from the backroom, amidst the
clatter of dishes.
I know it Sarika yelled back.
Leila smiled and grabbed one of the ready made cold
brew coffees, another one of Sarika’s many contributions
to Adam’s, and made her way back to the bench.
She sighed into her cold cup of coffee, nuzzling her
back against the reclaimed wood wall, watching her friend
hand out lattes and espresso shots and other cups full
of caffeine as more people ltered in. She was totally in
her zone, and it was beautiful.
The door to the café chimed, and Leila turned to
watch the next businessman or businesswoman walk in,
but what she saw almost made her spit out her cold brew.
A boy slightly older than Leila walked in, all cool and
calm, a handful of fliers in his hand and a staple gun in
the other. He approached the giant bulletin board located
right ne t to the front door, where scores of fliers, post
cards, and business cards clung, offering up services for
this or that, meetings, and events. He turned to look over
at the register, squinting.
o Leila started, barely a whisper.

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