“Just two minutes.”

“You could’ve called.”

“I did call.

Two times.” He had a folded sheet of paper in his hand, creased into quarters as if he’d been carrying it around in a pocket all afternoon.

“Just come sit down with me.

There’s a place across the street.”

The coffee shop had six little tables and a single girl working behind the counter who never once looked up from her phone.

Spencer ordered a black coffee and paid with a card that took two swipes to go through.