When Jessica got to the café, Amber was already there waiting at their regular booth with a bowl of kale salad before her. Over the past forty years, customers at The Blind Faith Café had gone from slurping grainy diner coffee out of chipped white mugs to sipping cosmopolitans out of frosted martini glasses.
Amber’s evolution had followed a similar path, but in a condensed period of time. Hers was human time relative to the café’s geological time. and made Amber seemed both younger and older than her twenty-five years on planet Earth.
Jessica tossed her satchel onto the seat and plopped down in the booth across from Amber. “Whew, sorry I’m late.” The cool plastic was soothing against her hot back. “Where’s Jack?”
“Jesse-girl, take this to counteract last night.” Rummaging through her mo
