EAT CAKE

We met in Kuvuka.
‘You get the comfy seats,’ I said. ‘I’ll get the coffee.’
‘I think someone’s already sitting there,’ said the woman behind the counter pointing at the couple smoking outside.
‘Doesn’t look like they’re sitting there now,’ I said.
I turned, watched her sit down in the far corner of the sofa, put her bags next to her.
‘You want to share one of those roast veg paninis?’ she said.
‘Yes,’ turning back.
‘We’ve sold out, except for the bacon one there.’
‘I don’t want that,’ I said. ‘We’ll have to eat cake.’