alec asked what i wanted to do and i said i wanted sushi. neither of us knew the area well. we went inside to use the bathroom. the bathroom was a ‘one-holer,’ behind the employees-only area. i went first. a girl usurped alec’s spot in line, surpassing the employees-only area. i stood by alec and we kind of shrugged and laughed about the girl and talked about pooping. i said ‘i like your shoes.’ alec had ‘business shoes.’ he did not like his jeans. we asked the lady who i bought iced coffee from (the coffee was poured from a ‘narragansett’ beer tap thingy…the lady was older and danced as she poured it…felt aversion to her, kind of, but also endearment) if there were sushi places. she said she had just moved back to providence and wasn’t sure. the girl left the bathroom. alec asked if he could leave his backpack (large black jansport, i think, which was surprisingly light in contrast to its size and ‘turtle shell’-like protrusion) and i said ‘yes.’ my phone was picking up wifi so i checked email. jordan emailed that he had been arrested. alec emerged from the bathroom and the female coffee lady was standing next to a younger male employee, holding a white bag of sushi leftovers. the male coffee guy said the name of a sushi place.