Mar 31, 2012 19:00
Another Saturday, another walk to the cafe trying to dodge innumerable threads crisscrossing the town. At least they were more indistinct, this time, probably linking back to abstracts and/or people, and not as likely to give Zinzi a migraine.
They seemed to be connected to the innumerable kids running around town. She decided it was best not to ask.
She set Sloth up at the counter with a plate of greens and kept an eye on the door. She was not paid enough to turn this cafe into a daycare, after all.
Today's specials
Handblended milkshakes half off
Luke's was open.