Charlene
I took another sip of my coffee, trying not to hate my life. “Hey, are you going to finish that?” Charlene indicated a half-eaten croissant on my plate. “No, go for it,” I mumbled, looking around for the waitress to top off my coffee cup. The coffee at this place was okay, but I had forgotten that the baked goods were not. It was nice to be able to sit on the sidewalk and watch the world go by, though. …