Literature
Late night in a coffee shop.
"Sir? Do you find me
expendable?"
The man stopped his actions and turned his head to the questioning voice behind him. He had never had to deal with such an absurd and personal question, especially not at this time of day- it was late at night and he was preparing his work for tomorrow and getting ready to close up. Nevertheless, the voice beckoned him to answer, and those tired, stressed blue eyes stared at him, anticipating a reply.
"Ah well
" he began, setting down a bag of freshly scooped coffee beans he was just getting done with wrapping. "Why do you ask?" he retorted- trying to learn more about this mysterious being faci