Carefully he placed the buttered bread on top of salted tomato slices and pressed down. With his sharp knife he cut the sandwich into a perfect half and then cling filmed the two halves separately. He put one half in the fridge 'for later', and put the other in the front half of his shoulder bag.
He half ran half walked to the bus stop and boarded his transport to the ground. He got off halfway there as he preferred to walk the last mile merging into the growing crowds.
The first half was exciting with his team playing well but when the whistle went for half time he got up from his seat and left the ground to avoid the crowd departing. Boarding a bus he rode halfway home before getting off.
On the spur of the moment he decided to stop at the Halfway Inn for a hot drink to warm himself. As he sat at the vacant table in the window he saw the waitress approaching with a mug and two jugs one steaming with hot liquid the other beaded with the chilled milk.
'How do you like your coffee?' she growled.
He turned to look at her before replying,
'Black'.
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