"There’s that guy again, Regan. Look." I looked up to see the guy Shaquanna was referring to. He was the same guy who’d been coming into the coffee shop where I worked as a waitress every day. I didn’t think anything of it. He was probably new in town or just passing through. He shuffled in and sat down in a booth near the window. He carried a green duffel bag that he dropped on the booth seat next to him. I figured he must be military because his green looked Army issue. I took a moment to study him. His medium brown hair was thick and in need of a haircut. Dark stubble marred his jaw and from this far away, I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were. "He’s sitting in your section, Regan. As usual." Shaquanna grinned suddenly. "Why, I think you got yourself a secret admirer, " she said in a fake southern drawl. She gave the man a closer look. "Your mystery man could seriously use a shower, shave, and a haircut."
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