sugar baby h.s.

vingt-quatre.

My father is starting to get better and Harry and I returned to New York the other day ago. I'm sitting in Harry's apartment drinking coffee as I watch the sun rise. Harry is still asleep and I do not want to wake him.

I get cleaned up and dress for work. I leave Harry a quick little note then excuse myself from his apartment. I can't the L train and end up at work in 15 minutes.

I've been working at this diner for nearly a year now. I don't mind the place, even though it is not the nicest place on the block.

I sit behind the counter and refill coffee as a few people come in. I check someone out as the door rings open. I look up and I feel as though my heart has stopped.