Sitting at my desk at the library, fortified with a large dose of caffeine, I began to scale the mountain of paperwork that always seemed to magically appear over the weekend.
Looking up after skimming through a particularly boring paper on customer care, the Council’s latest buzz phrase, I noted it was lunch time.
I signed out and left the library, walking the couple of doors down to Daphne’s Café.
I gave my order to Vernon, one of the youth trainees Daphne had taken on. I was too busy daydreaming about the night before to see Mary come in. Mary worked upstairs in non-fiction, where I had worked until I was promoted to Senior Librarian.
“Penny for them.”
I looked up and blushed.
“Ah, those kinds of thoughts, eh?” she said, sliding into the booth opposite me.
“The lunchtime special
