[…] the whole country aslosh in cash from a buoyant stock market, demand for the really dirt-cheap travel in which we specialized had dropped.

He had these impossibly dark eyes, the intense kind that looked like they knew what you were thinking, even before you did. We both looked away so fast that I had to wonder if we'd eyelocked at all.

Here stands a last bastion of mid-century analog quintessence, a genuine hole-in-the-wall oozing with spirit, seemingly spared by a modern design tsunami of Corporate Memphis and minimalist logos.

She'd barely wireframed it, here, and there was no there there, no interiority.