The coffee shop was large, warm, the smell of coffee floating through the air. People were sitting at several of the booths, some by themselves. I looked around and saw David sitting at one. I walked over to him.
"Hi," I said.
He looked up; "hey Miranda."
"Mind if I sit here?"
"No, I was hoping you'd join me actually."
"Oh."
I slid into the booth.
"What are you doing here so late?" I asked him.
"It's a nice place to go."
I nodded in agreement; "that it is."
"You?" David asked me.
"I needed to get away. And I'm dreading going home."
"Get away? From what?"