Five Years Ago - Jenny
The cafe is busy, humming with the work-day crowd. Customers call by, paying small fortunes for tiny espressos and huge lattes-to-go.
The red-headed waitress serves the clientele. For the most part, they are decent enough types; office workers, suits, maintenance men on the move, students….
She moves through the tables, smoothly performing her job, taking orders. To the front of the cafe is a small area of informal seating; overstuffed settees that look out onto the City through plate glass windows. As she sees the blue-uniformed officer with his back to her, she retreats to the rear of the cafe.
“I’ll do that if you like,” she offers. She knows Daphne detests cleaning the coffee machines, clearing away old grinds and wiping the chrome surfaces until they shine a
