The glass of iced tea is lowon the low plastic tablethe ice melted long agoonly thin water remainsa tea stem lies still at the bottom of the glass
The young man sitsalone on a chairthe sidewalk stallis nearly closinghe orders nothing more and does not get up
The owner wipesone table after anotherstacks the chairs insidegetting ready to go homeshe looks at him says nothing
He takes out his phonedials a string of numbersbut does not callonly looks at the screenthen sets it down again the tea is empty now
The owner comes overtakes the empty glass"go home, em ơiit's late, so cold now"he nods then stands up
The stall is closedthe streetlight still shinesthe glass of tea is gonefrom the low plastic tablea streak of water spreads under the light