[ He nods at her in greeting, and stands up to pull her a chair. There's already two cups of coffee - black as anything, one sweetened and one made more bitter like some sort of personal atonement. (He never pretended not to be a cliche.) She looks good, as always, but he keeps that thought to himself. ]
You didn't have trouble finding this place, I hope.
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[ He nods at her in greeting, and stands up to pull her a chair. There's already two cups of coffee - black as anything, one sweetened and one made more bitter like some sort of personal atonement. (He never pretended not to be a cliche.) She looks good, as always, but he keeps that thought to himself. ]
You didn't have trouble finding this place, I hope.