The building looked the same, for the most part. The railings, the fire escape, they were rusty, but otherwise…
In the lobby, the only original appointment was the marble floor. He rode up an elevator without an operator to a hall with a new carpet and knocked on a door with a depressingly un-gilded number hanging on it.
She answered the door, looking twenty-two at most, exactly the same. She stared at him, said, “I like your hair short.”
“Had to cut it for the army.”
A smile spread across her face. “Let’s go get some coffee.”