I was sipping my tea and admiring the moped parked on the floor near the front window of The Blue Coyote Café when a young woman walked across my vision. Carefully carrying a steaming cup of something, she may have glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. She set her coffee on a table and took her seat. I found her much more interesting to look at than the shiny moped at the front of the café, which, according to a sign on the window, was being raffled for charity, twenty-five bucks a ticket.

The young woman had red-orange hair in a braid that fell almost to her ass. She was wearing gym shoes, slacks, and a gray hoodie. It was a vee-neck hoodie, and I couldn’t help noticing that the vee exposed quite a bit of her breasts, small though they were. She was facing at right angles to me, sipping her tea and studying her cellphone. I tried not to be too obvious about my gaze, hard though that was.