Eleven Years of Eating Lunch by a Window in Columbus, Ohio, Ended With a Box I Never Expected
The rubber band had a crack near one end.
“Does Derek know that you watch him?”
Charles sipped his coffee.
“Derek thinks I watch the floor.”
“And do you?”
“I watch the room.” That didn’t really answer me.
He turned a page, wrote a number, and shut the notebook.
“Your promotion,” he said.