Mike looked up from his glass of water, watched Elle ride the cold winds into the bar, and motioned to the bartender for a refill, a replacement. Confident that she’d meet him, Mike arrived thirty minutes late and sipped water to preserve his lucidity.
Bonus: Listen to Mensah Demary’s song choice for the Waffle-Rocking Playlist here!
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