The lady in the yellow summer dress or the gentleman in the V-neck. Both, ideally, but the train will soon leave. Don’t be foolish. Look at it differently. Move to the bar, watch their reflections from the glass behind the counter. Wait patiently for the right angle.

The alley behind the church was usually well-kept. The small brick building used to be a restaurant, one that held many personal family memories. Good food paired with a warm and inviting atmosphere. One that lingered even when the paint started peeling and a few windows were boarded up. The door had been locked and the building sat in dingy darkness for years.

Bob had that look on his face again. His nose crinkled in a distinct expression of disgust. Disgusted with himself, perhaps. Or more accurately, disgusted with me. “Carol, the printer is out of paper again,” Bob said. His voice was quiet, but his anger was as clear as...