A knock on the side door startles me. Better not be Ransom. Better still be a side door there when I get to the bottom of the stairs. I never know what to expect. I'm still threatening to move out until the renos are finished.
I open the door and Caleb is standing there holding a folder and smiling. He sticks his hand out and says Good afternoon.
I take his hand and pump it twice. What the fuck are we doing? Good afternoon.
My name is Caleb C____, I'm here to apply for the liaison position.
The wh- Oh, ahahahahahaha. Nice. Come in.
I'm serious.
There's no actual positi-
We could learn together because honestly I'm only really clear on medium brew and Americanos.
What are those again?
Espresso mixed with hot water.
Jesus, WHY?
Indeed. Let's do it. We'll be experts by Christmas.
Or we could remain here in denial where it's nice and eventually someone will take pity on us and make some coffee or an espresso or one of those...things. My brain is full.
Sleep on it but I think one of those Crystal Balls would be good.
You want an ice-cold diluted un-coffee full of sweet grossness on a rainy day?
No, I want a coffee date with my favorite person.
Oh, when you put it like that, let me get my bag.
My treat.
Thank you. Be right back.
If I'm paying why do you need your bag?
Clothing for girls doesn't have pockets.
Really?
Really.
Wow. That's as big a mystery as the Starbucks menu.
I KNOW RIGHT?
I open the door and Caleb is standing there holding a folder and smiling. He sticks his hand out and says Good afternoon.
I take his hand and pump it twice. What the fuck are we doing? Good afternoon.
My name is Caleb C____, I'm here to apply for the liaison position.
The wh- Oh, ahahahahahaha. Nice. Come in.
I'm serious.
There's no actual positi-
We could learn together because honestly I'm only really clear on medium brew and Americanos.
What are those again?
Espresso mixed with hot water.
Jesus, WHY?
Indeed. Let's do it. We'll be experts by Christmas.
Or we could remain here in denial where it's nice and eventually someone will take pity on us and make some coffee or an espresso or one of those...things. My brain is full.
Sleep on it but I think one of those Crystal Balls would be good.
You want an ice-cold diluted un-coffee full of sweet grossness on a rainy day?
No, I want a coffee date with my favorite person.
Oh, when you put it like that, let me get my bag.
My treat.
Thank you. Be right back.
If I'm paying why do you need your bag?
Clothing for girls doesn't have pockets.
Really?
Really.
Wow. That's as big a mystery as the Starbucks menu.
I KNOW RIGHT?