The sun was starting to make its descent into the horizon. Traffic buzzed off Florida Avenue and Beacon. Starbucks was decorated with holiday accents here and there, and a version of “Jingle Bells” played in the background. This Starbucks on Beacon was an old converted gas station that had been remodeled. It still had islands out front where the old gas pumps once stood. The outdoor seating area was underneath a refurbished canopy.
It was an energetic setting.
With the cramped parking lot, although you could see the street from the outdoor seating, if you had to park in the angled parking lot, it was tight, and visibility was limited because of the design.
Anton was late, as usual. I tried to call him on my cell phone to double check if he was still coming, but my cell battery died. Thi
