Cafe on the corner
The cafe on the corner was surprisingly empty. I called Dan to see if he wanted a soy coffee as I was getting myself a hot chocolate - he didn't.
At the counter, the waiter bopped a little to the jazz that was piping through the speakers from somewhere up above, close to the ceiling. Looking sheepish when he finally noticed me standing at the counter, he laughed an apology. "No, no it's good music, "said I. "What is it?"
So somewhere between my order for a regular hot chocolate with full cream milk and no sugar and when it was deftly made with generous squeezes of liquid choc, the chef appeared with five CDs in his hand - I'd seen him cutting up a tomato in the kitchen. He showed me the first two, pointing out the cooler tracks, then handed the other three to me when I expressed curiosity.
And so it was, that I would be this mysterious girl with the non-Monalisa smile who flitted in for a hot chocolate and music appreciation, never to be seen again.
Posted by sniffles at June 16, 2002 10:59 PM