Marq glanced at his shoes discreetly. He'd worn the nondescript black ones. Phew.
Dunkin' Donuts? Oh, yes, Dunkin' Donuts; that was delicious stuff. He nodded. Where he lived, the only D'D around had moved locations to a place five miles away. He couldn't walk that distance. He could barely run one in under nine minutes.
"I like their coffee. It's a lot better than Starbucks."
