Cafe Valerie

Bails and I sat outside Cafe Valerie (eating cake and drinking coffee) contemplating the purpose the man had for his packet of angel wings. Costume for later? Wearing them bare-chested in Heaven. OR, a present for his daughter's 4th birthday. OR, to fulfill his angel fantasy his girlfriend would wear them while naked, rouge her nipples and prance about the bedroom for his delight. Bails felt the latter.

Then an adoring but slightly alternative couple stopped in the doorway. "D'you want to go in?" she asked. "We can go here or somewhere else," he said. She stared adoringly into his eyes, held his hand and dragged him inside. "They've only just met," remarked Bails, "Those adoring looks last about a month when you're that young, and about a week when you're older. It goes with that touching thats all electric". Sweet, I thought, and how jaded we seem.