June 11, 2015
The boy and the girl meet for elevenses every Thursday at that corner café with the angry waiters, who have low tolerance for ill-mannered, entitled people. Both of them enjoy watching the waitstaff lash out at customers, obviously new to the place, who complain and act snooty at the slightest perceived error. I digress, the boy and the girl who are fond of elevenses on Thursdays are quite fond of each other, too. Only, they are hesitant to admit this. But the waitstaff knows. The day undulates through their conversations and they always end up wishing it's Thursday again.