see through

six

he sat with my every morning after that, except thursdays. 

he must be busy on thursdays, i told myself. that's why he's not here.

i planned to ask him about it the next day, but i never did.

we spent hours there, each morning, chatting and drinking our coffee. i was always there earlier than him, and he always arrived at exactly ten o'clock. he would order, smiling at me from across the shop, just like he did that first day. then he would sit and i would tell him about my book and he would listen.