"I don't know, we're seeing each other but we're not seeing each other. I think I this might be the one." he said to his PBR.
"That's cool, it's good to have someone to... spend time with. Good to see you're doing alright." I lied.
We sat at the bar in silence for another few minutes. People talked over a bad Morrissey cover band. The clock on the walk slowed a little. Each minute moving slower than the last. We both look at the floor boards, wood paneling on the walls, the plaid shirts of other patrons.
I looked at his profile, "How's the shop?" a go-to question to get the ball rolling again.
"Pretty good. I mean, I don't get to work on bar anymore but at least I'm still working with coffee. How's your shop?"
"We're awesome. Just finished training my employees on pour-overs, next week pour-overs go live. Then we profit! Seriously dude, it's pretty awesome, you should stop in some time." I answered enthusiastically.
He turned to face me, "Yeah, I'll do that. Well, I gotta get going, work in the morning. It was nice seeing you."
"See you around!" was the last thing I said all night.
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