“His name was Evan Cure, and he looked a little bit like you. A pretty boy. Blonde with blue eyes. Muscular. We met at one of my shops. I can’t say I don’t sometimes work inside the stores, because I do. It’s not what I’m comfortable with and the business needs, but it happens. Anyway, I was working and he ordered a plain Americana coffee, which blew me away because most people want like five ingredients in their coffees these days. No one ever just orders a plain Americana. Not Evan. He was different, which is what I liked about him right from the start and…”
“What did he do for a living?” I shouldn’t have interrupted him, but couldn’t help myself.
“A music professor at Pitt. He’s still teaching there today. Loves music and loves his job. Loves younger men too.”
“Does he play an instru
