Enjoy the smells of autumn and coffee and all that.
I’ll beoff campusin a sense.
It’s the most perfect spot ever for me.
When I step into the coffeehouse, I take a breath and smile.
Do I feel guilty for skipping another class?
A little bit, yes.
I didn’t ask to be here. I didn’t ask to take economics classes. And business classes. And all the other stuff I’m forced to take. All to prepare me for…
For what?
To take over a mafia family?
The thought of it actually makes me laugh.
I stand in line.
I laugh.
I feel a hand touch my shoulder.
“Laughing in public like this is a sign of insanity.”
I look back and see Rosa’s big eyes shining at me.
Plus a big smile.
“Oh, I am insane,” I say to her. “What are you doing here?”
“What are you actually doing here?” Rosa asks.
“Getting coffee.”
“No class today?”
“Are you my father?”
Rosa laughs. “You’re in a mood today.”
“Just a little.”
“Do you really want coffee?” Rosa asks.
“Of course I want coffee. Why else would I be here?”
“What about instinctual desire?”
“Meaning?”
“This place isn’t for coffee for you,” Rosa says. “This place is…”
“Can you two move forward?”
A young woman behind Rosa throws attitude like it’s cheap paper.