“You still like it
?” Aesop nodded at the paper
cup beside his, steaming in the cool overnight air. Halle
“You remembered. I’m touched. Your face, what the hell?”
“How many times I buy you coffee when we worked together?” Aesop shifted back, under and out of the glare of the blue neon in the window behind him.
“Ah, I always figured you just liked getting out of the building, going for a walk.”
“Maybe so. Maybe I figured I owed you.”
“You don’t owe me, Ace. We’re even. We’ve always been even.”“We’ll see,” Aesop blowing into his cup before taking a sip.