He grinned. “I still don’t.”
He was new in town—a transfer from the Seattle office of a corporate logistics firm. His life was spreadsheets, efficiency, and the quiet hum of an air-conditioned apartment. He ordered a black coffee. She made it. She didn’t ask his name. She just wrote “J” on the cup with a Sharpie that looked like it had been chewed by a small animal. Jeremy Jackson Sky Lopez Sex Tape
“So what now?” she asked.
“You didn’t offer your full name,” she said. “And I don’t like to presume.” He grinned