Ten minute before 1800 hours on Friday, Shara had taken up residence at a table in the corner of the lounge. Leaning up against the small table was the soft case holding her guitar. Shara sipped from a mug full of hot coffee and waited for McMillan.

The guitar was a whim given they had been talking about her music being key. She wasn’t sure why he had chosen this time and place for their session but she assumed he had a good reason. Given it was a Friday evening, the place was busier than it might otherwise be. People were chatting and sharing meals together. Some gave her an acknowledging nod or said a brief hello, but most left her be. Was it a vibe? Her reputation? It amused her most of the time.

~Shara Calloway, XO