“You want a refill on that attitude, honey, or just the coffee?”

“Just the coffee.” I slid the laptop an inch so she could pour.

She filled it to the rim and kept pouring anyway, then wiped her circle on the counter three times.

“A man sits in my booth for an hour and types nothing, that’s not writer’s block.

That’s a man who lost his job.”

I didn’t answer.

I opened the job board instead.

Third listing down: senior account strategist, Kessler and Doyle, posted six days ago, applications closing at five o’clock today.