The next day, I went to the cafe on Bleecker. The café on Bleecker smelled like burnt sugar and wet earth, you know that sweet heavy smell of rain after a long time.
I reached there at 3:57, I pulled my hoodie up.
Mariel was already sitting at one corner of the table, with two croissants and a latte in front of her.
The croissants and latte look like a bribe to lure me in. I thought, smiling.
She didn't even smile when I came in, I adjusted the chair and sat down.
“You look like a ghost who lost a fight with insomnia.” She said.
I removed the hoodie. “Thanks” I said dramatically. As I arranged my hair that scattered when I was removing the hoodie.
She pushed the latte towards me. “Drink first. Then talk.”
Steam was coming out of the latte cup, curling in the mid air. I wrapped my
