It took all of two minutes, three tops, to get from the preschool to Fables. We entered and the same waitress was working. She looked up when she heard the bells on the door jingle. The table we’d occupied before was vacant, as was almost every other table. I set my satchel onto the table and went to the counter. Tamara followed me.
“Do you want anything?” I asked.
“Sure. I’ll have a tea latte, light on the milk.”
The waitress nodded and wrote down Tamara’s order. She looked at me with a big, bright smile.
“I’ll have a small Sencha green tea.”
I paid for our drinks and we returned to our table. A few minutes later, the waitress delivered my order.
“Here you go. Remember, that’s really hot. Do you want any honey or sugar?”
The waitress walked away and disappeared behind the counter.
“When do you think we should head over to the bar?” Tamara checked her watch. “It’s only one thirty now.”
“We’ve got a few hours to kill. Why don’t we order some food.”
Tamara went to the counter to pick up a few menus. There weren’t any. She saw a stack of menus sitting just around the corner of part of the counter. She grabbed two.
“What are you doing?” The waitress asked.
“Oh, I was just grabbing a few menus. Sorry if I startled you.”
“You didn’t. And, you’re not allowed back here.”
“Okay, but there weren’t any on the counter.”
“Here’s your tea latte.” She set it onto the counter. Some of the tea spilled out. “Sorry.” He walked away.
I wasn’t surprised by the exchange considering our previous visit, but I was a little surprised by the level of hostility. Tamara returned to our table and handed me a menu.
“Everything all right?” I asked.
“I don’t know what her deal is.”
“You were talking to her man.”
“Earlier. You were talking with Bryant. She’s pissed off.”
Tamara rolled her eyes an scoffed.
“This isn’t high school anymore. You’d think people would grow up.”
“You’d think. You might even hold out hope for that possibility for quite a long time, but then, you realize that some people just get stuck.”
“Maybe you should order for us.”
I walked to the counter, placed our order without incident, and returned to our table.
“Piece of cake.”
“That’s so wrong,” Tamara said. “All I did was talk to him.”
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