Schooled

In a cafe downtown far far away from all the pretty and pricey cafes that she normally frequented, Andrea sat waiting patiently at a table with its chipped edges in a corner of the room where she could see whoever came into the cafe but she was not seen even though her dark sunglasses did not make her look inconspicuous because it was a little weird to see someone wearing glasses indoors.

Soon her phone rang and she looked at the phone and looked outside and saw Bill looking around in confusion then she picked up the phone.

“You are in front of the right cafe, just come inside, I am sitting on the last table at the other end of the window.” She directed.

Bill came in and looked in the direction she had described and he sat opposite her then looked around at the questionable environment while Andrea beckoned to the waitress.

“What would you like?” She asked when she came before them and pulled out a notebook from her yellowed apron.

“I am fine.” Bill said in disgust when he looked at