"Can we go somewhere and talk?" I asked, figuring if I suggested going up to her apartment she might get the wrong idea. I might get the wrong idea as well.
She thought for a moment and said, "There's a coffee shop around the corner. We can go there, I guess."
We walked in relative silence to the Molten Java, a coffee shop that looked like it catered mostly to intellectuals, writers and poets.
We took a booth at the end of the shop and sat down.
A mousy little waitress with stringy brown hair ambled over to the table...
Jamie Clapperton almost 5 years ago
I like it in here :-))
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
Me too! I feel at home... well except the intellectual bit.
Jamie Clapperton almost 5 years ago
:-)
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
I like mine with those Lotus biscuits, if that’s OK with you, Drew?
Christopher almost 5 years ago
Thanks, everyone. I heard the phrase "molten lava" and immediately thought it would be a great name for a coffee shop if you changed lava to java. The clientele reminded me of Jake running the Existential Cafe in the story about the Beatniks.