“Ni Agua, Ni Pan!”

The elder scolds the youngest.

I eventually get water but leave without bread.

I don’t know the names of those hispanic waitresses, except Josie.

Across the street, for dessert, I get pistachio and cherry frozen yogurt.

“Do you like croissants?”

I say chocolate please, and Alexa hands me the free bread.

And I wonder…is there any difference between interest and instinct?