They stood at the door, both hesitant to enter. Eames shook her head. "The stupid line's too long. We don't have time."
Goren studied her face. "You feeling okay?"
She rubbed her temples. "I was at my sister's all weekend. They have no coffee in the house."
"Oh, caffeine withdrawal headache." He stretched tall, scanned the crowd briefly, then disappeared.
Eames leaned on the coffee shop's window, squinting her eyes against the morning sun. In a couple minutes Goren was back, offering her a steaming cup.
"Thanks. Did you cut the line?" she asked as she accepted it.
"No – street vendor at the corner."
"You're my hero, Bobby."
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