“He’ll be here any minute now.” Martin is leaning on the countertop, crossed arms, looking at the time as if waiting for someone.
The bells on the café door tinkled.
“He’s here. Stay here. I’ll message you if it’s time to deliver the food.” Martin hurriedly went out to meet Fritz and make sure he wouldn’t enter the kitchen.
I can hear them talking. I was peeking at the small glass window of the door.
“Hey, are you okay? What happened? Why are you closed? Did something happen to you? The café?” I heard Fritz panicking.
Martin laughed loudly. “Easy, my boy, I did not call you here to panic like that. Let’s sit.” Martin looked back at me and winked, and I saw him gesture for Fritz to walk towards our favorite spot.
After
