Talking To Stangers

Single-Serving Friends by Lindsay Robertson.

On my way, I passed a new café on my street. People were gathered there trading rumors, so I got a Coke and sat down to listen. I met the owner of the café, Ruby. She had sent one of her friends out for beer, lining bottles of Corona up on the counter and offering them for free to anyone who popped in.

Why couldn't Boston have a blackout?