#65 Coffee Doesn’t Cure Everything
I need a coffee. That’ll help.
Christ we overdid it last night. I’m still not right. This terrace isn’t too crowded, it will be okay.
Oh shit.
Are those bugs crawling across the table real?
I hate this.
Ok.. The waitress is coming… Keep it together.
I stutter a little but manage to get out
“Un café por favour”
She looks at me like I’m something she has scrapped off the bottom of her shoe, scribbles something on her pad and floats off into the building.
Obviously she isn’t really floating.
Is she?
OK. Maybe I need more than coffee.