Brad looked around the large glass case dived between various sandwiches, soups, salads and sweets. “One Turkey on wheat.” “Anything else, sir?” The guy behind the counter asked as he rang in each item. “Whatever my brother is getting.” Brad stepped to the side while Brian scanned the board and made his selection. “One of your light roast coffee’s black, please. A chicken salad on artisan.” Brain shifted so Brad could pay the tab. Handing Brad back his credit card and a plastic number, the cashier said, “Jennifer will bring your order to you in a few moments, take a seat where ever you’re comfortable.” Picking a table close to the window, Brad chose the side where he could see the people that passed along the street. Then he stuck the number into a short stand mounted into the edge of the table so the server could see it. “You plan to tell me why we came all the way down to the end of town, almost twenty minutes away from our hotel room for coffee when we could have had that at the hotel or any other damn place between here and there?”
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