Petra found Rafi sitting at the back of the Prêt à Manger drinking a smoothie and reading the sports pages of a free newspaper. Petra sat down on the opposite chair. He raised the plastic tumbler, ‘You should try one of these. They're good.’
‘No thanks,’ she said.
‘How did it go? When do you start?’
‘I messed up; I wasn't offered the job.’
‘Okay,’ Rafi shrugged. He stood up. ‘Let me get the coffee. You want something with it?’
She shook her head, ‘Just a latte.’
Soon, armed with her coffee and a fruit salad for himself Rafi placed both containers on the table and resumed his seat opposite Petra. Elbows on the table, he rested his chin on his hands. ‘Let’s start from the beginning.’
Petra relayed the meeting in chronological order. There was only one omission: her overconfidence and
