Duo-Pup Post! Late Morning, Jazz, Joe and OTA (MW)
Home. Finally. Jazz stood in the Lobby, bag at her side, gazing in the direction of the Mocha with a glazed expression, trying to figure out what she wanted and in what order.
It was almost more than her travel addled brain could handle.
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Outside, at one of the Mocha's garden tables, Joe sat in the shade, his glasses perched on his nose, a pencil tucked behind his ear, the morning paper propped up in front of him and turned open to the crossword.
Pondering a clue, he tore a piece off his muffin - dunking it gently into his coffee.