MAKING AN ENTRANCE

She stayed last night, got up early she did in the morning to go to college, the first day of the new term.
Couple of hours later she texted: Guess what? we dnt start till nxt wk! AND Its going to be thursdays! What up 2?
She didn’t have her glasses with her so I read out loud the meals listed on the blackboard hanging outside the the Morrocan cafe opposite the deli and juice bar in the Covered Market where we met up.
‘Cous cous and roasted fresh veg,’ I said, ‘cous cous feta salad.’
‘Oo, I’ll have the feta,’ she said, and I had the veg.
The man who’d been sat texting, it looked like, on the stone steps that lead into the market building, brought our food over to where we sat and put it on the table in front of us.
When we’d finished eating we went looking for things to buy.
I bought a book about thinking and she bought stuff for making things.