The Starbucks inside the Barnes and Nobles cafe was bright and full of energy. Its door never stopped moving on the rainy, drizzly and chilly October morning. It deposited sweatered, jacketed, wet people inside. Despite the employee's valiant attempt to keep the floors dry via an oversized rug, the floor was covered in track marks, moist and gritty.

Miran and her two friends, Jennifer and Heathe...

His face always reminded me of the ocean. Weathered, powerful, soft, and gnarled. The lines on his forehead, mirroring His face always reminded me of the ocean. Weathered, powerful, soft, and gnarled. The lines on his forehead, mirroring a lifetime of expressions, folded to enhance his surprise, curved upwards to mark his disbelief, and gently sloped to bracket his amusement. His eyes were a green...