Dave wakes up. he climbs out of bed. He looks in the mirror. he sees a man that needs to shave, with blood-shot eyes and wild hair. The normal morning grind. Coffee, shower, gets dressed. Dave's Iphone goes off. The light of the world outside warming up reflects of the screen and the black marble counter top. Julie's calling. or, actually called. Twice. Dave frowns and rubs his forehead. Julie. His ex wife. Hasn't talked to her in six months at least. a cold, uncomfortable feeling begins in dave's stomach. he presses call. Seconds tick by. Suddenly, a female voice comes through on the other side of the phone. "Dave?...." He swallows and replies. "hi, Julie."He says slowly. " I know you work today," she began, "but could you meet me today at that starbucks we used to go to?" Dave sets the phone down, and rubs his forehead. After a minute, he ays yes and hangs up. Dave checks in the mirror one more time, grabs his sport coatand walks out into his three car garage. The still dim fluorescent bulbs shone off Dave's beauty of a car. Five mintues  later, Dave has left his ritzy house in the suburbs of Detroit, and is rumbling down the blocks of Motor City. A few stoplights, two left turns, and a right,and then he is there. Dave parallel parks, hops out the driver's seat and locks his Dodge Viper over his shoulder. With an even stride, he walks to the glass door of the coffee shop, and pulls the door open. A bell rings, and he looks around. No one is there. Why is there no one here? Oh,  right Julie's friends with the owner... She must have told him we were meeting.