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Wyatt’s torch
Itwasthebest-cookedfoodshehadevertasted,theproductofsimpleingredientsandofanunusualskill.Twoworkerswerefinishingtheirdinner;shewaswaitingforthemtodepart.
Shestudiedthemanbehindthecounter.Hewasslenderandtall;hehadanairofdistinctionthatbelongedinanancientcastleorintheinnerofficeofabank;buthispeculiarqualitycamefromthefactthathemadethedistinctionseemappropriatehere,behindthecounterofadiner.Heworeacook’swhitejacketasifitwereafull-dresssuit.Therewasanexpertcompetenceinhismannerofworking;hismovementswereeasy,intelligentlyeconomical.Hehadaleanfaceandgrayhairthatblendedintonewiththecoldblueofhiseyes;somewherebeyondhislookofcourteoussternness,therewasanoteofhumor,sofaintthatitvanishedifonetriedtodiscernit.
Thetwoworkersfinished,paidanddeparted,eachleavingadimeforatip.Shewatchedthemanasheremovedtheirdishes,putthedimesintothepocketofhiswhitejacket,wipedthecounter,workingwithswiftprecision.Thenheturnedandlookedather.Itwasanimpersonalglance,notintendedtoinviteconversation;butshefeltcertainthathehadlongsincenotedherNewYorksuit,herhigh-heeledpumps,herairofbeingawomanwhodidnotwastehertime;hiscold,observanteyesseemedtotellherthatheknewshedidnotbelonghereandthathewaswaitingtodiscoverherpurpose.
"Howisbusiness?"sheasked.