The barista glanced at him, then nodded.
The old man turned. “Thank you, ma’am, you’re so—”
“Where did you get that jacket?”
“Add that man’s tea and a bun to my order.”
The man glanced down at it. “A boy gave it to me.”
“Brown hair? About 16?”
The man nodded.
The barista held out his order. A man in a suit and a woman wearing a pencil skirt stepped between the old man and me. I stepped sideways to get around them, but the old man was gone.
I scanned the café. There he was, stepping out onto the sidewalk.
“Wait, please!” I went after him.
