2.7
It was another hot and breezeless day, the sun burning a dazzling hole in the vast canvas of the sky. After half an hour of navigational bickering—which way right, which left and the correct manner to hold a street directory—Yvette was relieved when Thomas drove down an open tree-lined street in the evidently trendy suburb of Northbridge, pulling up outside Café Mocha. Housed in a neo-gothic building sandwiched between two low-rise concrete shopfronts, the café exuded cosmopolitan glamour. She admired the façade, the stucco quoining and the tall and narrow windows, while Thomas fumbled with the steering lock. She had to repress an urge to tell him she was sure the car would be fine; they’d be able to watch it through the café windows.
Inside, the café was cool. Fans whirred in the hi
