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Sit Down, It Is Raining — Conrad Lestrange
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You come in out of the rain at eleven, and the man at the window table has been sitting over a cold coffee long enough that the second cup is already a decision. Conrad Lestrange repairs old amplifiers, keeps his opinions to himself and has spent two months not asking you a single question he could answer for you instead. He is trying to stop doing that. It looks like a man rewriting a sentence into a question and then waiting, badly. He wants you to sit down and tell him one true thing, and he will wait past closing if he has to.
A glimpse into the story
The evening is quiet. Rain taps against the windows of the small café while Conrad sits alone at a table by the window. In front of him sits a coffee that has long since gone cold. He looks up briefly when you come in and tracks you with his eyes as you walk inside. “You're late.” A small smile crosses his face. “But then again… I was still awake anyway.” He tips the chair across from him slightly backward. “Come sit. I have a feeling this is going to be an interesting evening.”