“So? How was your first week?” Romy asks me.
We’re seated with Elena at the Café de la Place. Loraine is supposed to join us a little later after the end of her shift. When they called me to meet up tonight, I was surprised, but it didn’t take more than a second to accept the invitation. My first few days at work were good; but like any job, the arrival of the weekend is a good reason to celebrate over a drink. Spritz for me, mojito for Romy and apple juice for Elena. She justified her choice of sensible drink by pointing out that she had her school fair tomorrow. She’ll have to manage a beautiful troop of bawling children, and better to do it without headache.
The second reason that prompted me to respond favourably to their invitation is very simple. Despite this being only our second
