I am back in the concrete block which lurks at the outskirts of the town of spirals. Witnessed a brief interlude in what I thought was the fixed and unchangeable lengthiness of the bar woman’s face. I have never seen her smile before. When we make eye contact my legs quake. Darling, she called me, as she took £1.40 from me for my bowl of cereal. Half an hour later she all but spits into my cappuchino. It looks as though in order to accomodate this window of pleasantness I may have to adjust my breakfast time this term to 10:30 – 11:00am.
Have you tried becoming her best friend? Might get better food then.
She is a one-trick woman and only does cappucinos…