I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
She walks in beauty, by Leon Idris Azevedo
Agatha Christie goes up to the counter and orders a cafe mocha. She stirs it dramatically, turns to the other occupants of the Starbucks, and announces that she knows who has committed the murder. The barista attempts to escape without notice, but the policeman in disguise subdues her quickly. Christie looks down, but her coffee is missing. It reappears a week later, but no one has ever determined where it went for those seven days.