chapter three
TREY
She has the most adorable face when she’s annoyed.
The hum of conversation overlaps the scraping of forks against glass plates. I like to come into Karen’s Café for the food, which is fattening and delicious.
But also for this girl.
She doesn’t work here all the time and since I’m in Belize only a few stretches in the year, that suits me just fine.
The days when we do meet are always entertaining. The first time I came in here, she bussed my table and I made a quiet comment about her eyes.
Since that day, she’s treated me like the Grim Reaper.
I enjoy getting her to reveal bits of information she wouldn’t regularly let loose unless egged.
The comment about spitting in my food was surprising and hilarious. I’m glad things worked out so that she’d come sit with me
