Adam didn’t want to stare so he glanced over to where his messenger bag lay, stuffed with his Spanish language study materials and the application materials he had downloaded last night for the medical school in Guadalajara. He ran into fellow Americans all the time, but three of them? And the one who ordered coffee seemed more than interested in idle conversation. There was something oddly familiar about that teenager. But, the tall blond twenty-something with him took Adam’s breath away.
Shit. I’m way too old for him. Right?
Adam settled in a chair; he loved this coffee shop. He’d discovered it several weeks’ back and after attending his Spanish class at UNAM, he often showed up here. Café Rustica. He liked the idea that it was a small chain of coffee shops found only in the city. And,
