When In Rome
by: Lauren Jonik I buttoned my black pea coat and spied my breath in the dim light spilling from the window of the internet café I just exited. I regretted that the sun had set. All of the other businesses on the block had closed. Two men looked me up and down before reaching for the door, their gazes obvious and lingering. I walked to the end of the street, but had nowhere else to go. Even if I knew how…