To Joey’s relief, the café was relatively empty. He headed towards the booths at the back, feeling they’d get more privacy if he and the guy couldn’t be seen from the street.
The guy took off his heavy winter jacket before sitting opposite Joey.
Joey was having serious second thoughts about revealing the intimate details of his heart; he’d never been one for deep and meaningful discussions, especially with a comparative stranger. But perhaps because he didn’t really know the bloke, it might be easier.
“Come here often?” Joey winced at the banality of his opening salvo.
The lines around the other guy’s eyes crinkled in amusement. Studying him closely for the first time, Joey estimated the man was in his late forties or early fifties. There were several strands of grey in the man’s b
