Grinning, Morrow folded the yellow sheet and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Everything okay?" Gwyn asked, forcing all concern from her voice.
"Everything is okay," Morrow affirmed quietly. "How much do I owe you?"
"Four coffees? Forty-five cents."
He laid the change on the counter, then stooped and kissed her cheek
lightly. "I gotta go home and get some sleep," he murmured.