Small Places : Nick L Belardes [58 of 128]

• She throws on a bright pink coat and thick black cat-eye glasses and comes back over. "You want to get a coffee?" she asks.
• Her breasts are practically lying on my desk. Mike wishes they were on either side of his ears. "Of course," I say.
• "Oh God, Katie," Mike says in mock love. "You watch yourself," she says waving a finger at him. "You're the only man I'm afraid of."
• Mike barks and snaps as if he's a dog about to bite her finger. "Be a good boy," she says, pats his head and we're off to find some coffee.
• "Mike's a crazy boy," she says as we walk. Several heads turn as she passes in her pink coat. She's a fabulous star to the sidewalk people.
• I figure they're just wondering why I'm walking with her. We pass an Asian food hideout, downtown bars and finally reach the coffeehouse.
• Most coffeehouses are strange drive-thrus in this dark commuter town. "Don't stop in, just stop through" is their motto.