Jude in the Mocha, OTA and MW!
Jude was sitting at a table in the Mocha, flanked by his girls as always though they were invisible right at the moment. He was flipping through the New York Times, a slight furrow in his brow as he read over the stock sections. He was still doing amazing. He supposed having the father that he did made for some allowances.
Sipping his coffee, he turned the page, thinking about nothing in particular and not really paying attention to anyone.