Garland was looking for the perfect pattern. His couch was wearing away, and he needed a new design. He snapped a photo of the large woman outside the cafe. She glared at him.
“Plaid is big today.”He smiled at her, she didn’t return the sentiment.
“I didn’t say you could take a picture.”
“It’s for research.”
“None of your business.” His new pattern would emulate her shirt. She would never know.