He stood in the shade next to the library, cigarette in his mouth. He put down the cigarette long enough to take a swig from his drink. He looked right at her and their eyes met. She quickly turned her head to stare at the Ys again and thought "Why?" He took another drag from his cigarette and disappeared around the corner of the building. All she saw was his long black wavy hair and then he was gone. She knew it was him. She recognized his goatee and he always wore khaki pants.
Getting up from the bench she quickly shoved her book into her backpack and walked towards Santa Fe street. She wasn't going to wait around for him. Once on Santa Fe she headed south, passing by art galleries, photo labs and Mexican restaurants. Craving a beer she stopped at one with an outdoor patio. The cold beer tasted good in the dray heat. A couple passed by pushing a baby stroller. The woman wore a green tank top and an old blue scarf on her head. Her husband pushed the baby protected from the sun by a light blanket.
It was 4 o'clock and she was almost finished with her beer. Wanting to take the train back home she emptied the bottle and paid her bill.
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