Today in a café, I was the last customer of one of the baristas.
She seemed very happy.
“Last customer, last customer, last customer!” she said to her colleague, pointing at me.
“It’s her last day today” said the colleague to another customer, “she is leaving”.
I started thinking if I should order something more interesting than what I usually order.
She was dancing. I would have a headache if I was that happy.
People were tall, single, extra hot and flat.
Soon it was my turn.
“You’re my last customer.”
she said.
So much pressure.
I asked for an espresso,
but a double espresso.
