““The man beside her rubbed his cigarette into the plate, then stood, swinging away from her on the stool and causing a slight ripple through the customers all along the other side of him. He took his overcoat from the hat rack and put it on standing just behind her, and then leaned across his empty stool, brushing her arm, to leave a few coins under his plate. “Overcoats in April,” he said. “Some crazy weather.” She turned to him, out of politeness, the habit of it. “I’ve never seen such wind,” she said.””
