When the café began to close, June walked Margo to her car. They stood in the damp evening, mist curling around the streetlights.
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“Fog is sexy,” June said by way of hello. When the café began to close, June walked Margo to her car
Her name was June. She ordered black coffee, no sugar, and sat down without taking off her coat. When the café began to close
She left the ad up. But she knew she wouldn’t need it again. Want me to continue this into a longer story or adjust the tone (more wistful, more humorous, more erotic)?