Chapter FourAfter work, Felix meets Sam at the memorial and they wander down to East Street together. The café sits near the end of a side-street. The building itself is unassuming, built of crumbling grey brick beneath an off-beige canopy. Two metal garden chairs and a table litter the front, wet with the kiss of recent rain. A half-finished drink is abandoned on the table, leftover froth spilling like sea-foam onto the saucer beneath.
Felix holds the door while Sam moves inside. If the shop front looks old, with its crumbling brick and washed-out overhang, the inside is its match; dated, archaic, “a corpse from the nineties,” Sam had called it, when they first found the place. Where the competition has modernised with the turning decades, ground into sleek, gaudy coffee-producing machin
