Chapter 5

Like most people I know in our neighborhood, Katie has Marzipan! on speed dial, so it was a matter of ninety seconds between deciding on what to eat and getting it ordered. Mind you, we can see Marzipan! out Katie’s front window, and it would be a matter of another ninety seconds max to walk over there and place our order at the counter, but we’re pretty much friends with everyone who works there, and it seems like most of the guys kind of like the excuse to skip out of the café for a few minutes, so we have stuff delivered much more often than is strictly necessary.

“So,” I started, dragging myself up out of my chair to fix myself another cup of coffee, “cute new guy across the street. What else did I miss? I was only gone four days.”