The man nodded.
The barista held out his order. A man in a suit and a woman wearing a pencil skirt stepped between the old man and me. I stepped sideways to get around them, but the old man was gone.
I scanned the café. There he was, stepping out onto the sidewalk.
“Wait, please!” I went after him.
“A boy gave it to me.”
I tried to catch up to him, but the sidewalks were crowded. People parted for him, but not me.
After two blocks, I realized something:
