Lunchtime at Ess-A-Bagel [RP for Cait]
Zippy peered out through the windows of Ess-A-Bagel for any sign of Cait's dark head in the throng of passing people. Difficult, in this weather-- intermittent rain throughout the day meant that half of everybody looked exactly alike: an umbrella. Hard to pick out features under those.
She almost considered digging out her cell phone and giving Cait a ring to check she hadn't gotten lost when the deli's door swung open, and there she was. Zippy smiled and waved at the other woman to join her at her table.
"There you are. Welcome to Ess-A-Bagel, if you ain't eaten here before-- best bagels in the city. Normally I go to their location on 3rd Avenue, it's closer from the library, but here's nearer to home. Try the eggplant or whitefish salad, they're excellent. Or the knishes, mmmm! Either way, ess. That's eat in Yiddish."
Yes, Zippy was babbling a bit. Cait had sounded downright uneasy-- well, as much as you could tell sound from the Internet-- and, in Zippy's experience, few things set one at ease like inconsequential small talk from a chattery yenta.
She almost considered digging out her cell phone and giving Cait a ring to check she hadn't gotten lost when the deli's door swung open, and there she was. Zippy smiled and waved at the other woman to join her at her table.
"There you are. Welcome to Ess-A-Bagel, if you ain't eaten here before-- best bagels in the city. Normally I go to their location on 3rd Avenue, it's closer from the library, but here's nearer to home. Try the eggplant or whitefish salad, they're excellent. Or the knishes, mmmm! Either way, ess. That's eat in Yiddish."
Yes, Zippy was babbling a bit. Cait had sounded downright uneasy-- well, as much as you could tell sound from the Internet-- and, in Zippy's experience, few things set one at ease like inconsequential small talk from a chattery yenta.