It was morning in the city. They were jet-lagged, hungry, and tired - dog tired. The man minding the desk was painfully cheerful, but he had information they needed. They left the San Remo, the sun assaulting their blood-shot eyes. Stumbling down Water, they turned left, hoping Lady Luck was on their side.
And there it was...
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| ... at 2330 Taylor Street. |
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| Ben's java was just the way he liked it - hot, black, and strong. |
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| "Hey, Ben - that coffee smells pretty good!" |
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| The bread was crispy and the omelette was full-on California. They wolfed it down. |
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| "I'm Ben. He's Tucker. See you around, Gorgeous." |
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