Natalie
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The good thing about staying in all weekend after the disaster at Harmony’s party was that I got so much writing done. In fact, it was starting to shape up into a real story. And while Lewis worked during the day, I had taken to wandering Central Park or finding a café to get more done.
Jane had messaged me this morning to meet her for coffee, and I’d promptly slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and headed her way.
The patisserie was everything I hadn’t known I was missing. I’d spent hours writing in little cafés in Paris my first summer after college while house-sitting Amy’s parents’ flat in the city. Jane had picked the perfect place with rows upon rows of French pastries. I ordered a café au lait and a pain de chocolat and then found Jane seated at a corner table by
