“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?

At the shared table The Lady across from me looks almost too old for the Young Girl across from her.

The talk is light…The Girl may be going through puberty, The Mom may only be an academic…is that why they are both awkward?

The water I first received was warm. The second glass was room temperature. The third glass has ice in it.

The Mom refuses the warm water.

“Are you done sir?” the Waitress says right in my face

I pay

…then, “We’ll take the check”

The Young Girl elbows me

And The Waitress lingers.

            show

               the me

                  me the

show the me show me the show

                  me the

               the me

            show

The cake is perfect. I know how to apply the right amount of frosting.

I know how to host a dessert party, where everyone has a lot of things on their mind.

“things? what do you mean by things?”

things must be concrete

The-ugh

Re-eject

Down-right

City-zen

Act-or

Here-oh