Exhale
He smiled, waved her away, and jogged toward the intersection.
“Probably dehydrated,” I murmured.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I watched him disappear around the corner, then lifted my mug again.
Something slammed into the window with a sharp crack.
I jumped, splashing coffee across my hand before instinctively stepping closer to the glass. A pigeon slid down the outside of the window, leaving a faint streak before disappearing from view.
“You all right?” Emma asked.
“I think a bird just flew into my window.”
“They do that?”
“Not often.”