The girl looked at the cup, then at Lena. She wiped her face with her sleeve—hard, like she was angry at her own tears.
The Last Table by the Window
Outside, a bus hissed to a stop. Nobody got on. Nobody got off. candid-v3
Lena’s phone buzzed.
“It’s cold,” Lena said. “But it’s something.” The girl looked at the cup, then at Lena
Lena took a long breath. The kind that fills your lungs all the way to the bottom. The girl looked at the cup