IT was eleven in the evening yet Villel was still alert. She stopped working at nine. She put the documents away when she has been staring at the same page for ten minutes and she did not understand anything.
She pulled on a sweater over the sleeveless tank top she wore after her shower. The left the white shorts as it is.
She put on the loafers after she got a few dollars from her wallet.
Villel was alone when she rode the elevator. The doorman smiled at her when she passed by.
The cold air hit her face as she stood outside the building of the high-rise condo where she lives. She turned left.
There was a twenty-four coffee shop nearby. It was mostly packed in the evening. At close to midnight, Villel hoped that there was no line this time.
Her wish came true.
A customer was a
