WITH: magdalena @memoryservves WHERE: café marta. WHEN: 01:09 pm
he weaves his way through cafe marta, coffee in one hand matcha in the other, his treat as promised — he’s careful not to spill either as he dodges mismatched furniture and cafe patrons ( he isn’t successful, winces as heat hits skin, scorches his wrist lightly ). magdalena is still just where he left her, a table by the window, waiting in the sun. he avoids the various stacks of paper he’s left scattered about the table as he places the drinks, half smiles as he takes his seat, “ it was almond milk, right ? ” sips his coffee, “ oh, by the way. i definitely left my copy of infinite jest back in new york, but if you’re still interested i can lend it to you when we’re back. ” small talk before he asks for flattery, how civilized.











