Booker DeWitt isn't father of the year (dewitt) wrote in valarlogs,
Cursing the no smoking in restaurants bullshit, Booker was settling his nerves with the coffee. It was sweetened right, he'd give them props for that. And the pancakes and sausages would hopefully be pretty good. Still, his mind kept wandering places he wasn't happy about. Maybe he should take a job again.
He'd generally ignored people that had come in, but someone was talking to him. He lifted his head to look at the woman. He wasn't sure he recognized her. She looked like someone he ought to have recognized. "I don't know. Maybe?"