CHAPTER 12
Sweet melodies I almost hear waves crashing on my chair when I wake up from this daydream while the barman is taking away my empty cup from the table. The teaspoon slippers from the plate and fell on my legs and so I notice that actually I’m not on the shore staring at the horizon, but inside the café and I’m also late for work. So I quickly stand up dropping the teaspoon that resonates loudly and I almost bump into the owner who has a tray full of dirty cups and glasses.
I apologise while in his turn the bartender does the same because he stained my rope with coffee but in this moment the priority is to run away from there and reach work in time in order to avoid to make up for the lost hours in the afternoon. So I grab the red box so tig
