“Where are you?” I consider Karina’s text. I can’t tell her I’m at the Green Dolphin café. She’d have follow up questions. And I’d have to tell her about seeing the fortune teller and what that made me do.
So I ignore her, and enter the café. I haven’t been here in ten years – my first date with Heather. There are no other customers, because it’s off-season and it’s a dull, drizzly day. The waitress approaches. “Sorry, we’re full,” she says. I look puzzled. “Just kidding. Sit anywhere.” I take a booth, then realise I’ve forgotten my wallet. I search my pockets and find a pound coin. When the waitress comes back I ask what I can get for that. She laughs.
“Half a cup of coffee.” But she brings me a full mug and a piece of toast. “We had extra,” she says.
I drink my coffee and look out of the window. It’s raining harder, and the wind is blowing in great gusts along the promenade. And I wait. Wait for Heather
