Carrie’s last client of the day was a surprise, although she already sensed that after a few more weeks in this job, nothing would surprise her. As she viewed the latest personification of human need slumped in the worn chair beyond her desk, she saw a guy her own age—and not bad looking either.
He stared out the window at the construction crane lifting steel beams for another luxury loft development, laced-up boot crossed over the leg of his skinny jeans. With his leather laptop bag and man bun, he looked like a recent art school grad. But he gave off the same musk of dry sweat and scalp as the others. Read more in the Pomona Valley Review