Jimmy gulped a bit as he tossed open the door to Bubby’s in Tribeca. It was a morning he’d been slightly dreading since Xyla had announced that her two sisters would be in town for almost a week, requiring activities and chaperoning to entertain them. He’d met Quinn, her younger sister in Chicago the month before, but he’d been warned the combination of the two--or the combination of the three, to be honest--was going to be a whole new scenario, one that he should be prepared for.
He’d gotten in at 3AM that morning from Western Canada, and certainly was not in the peak mood or state of consciousness that was necessary for this kind of thing. He’d need coffee, lots of it, if he was even going to attempt this.
Taking a quiet table in the back, Jim checked the time on his phone. He hadn’t slept more than 6 hours and yet, somehow managed to be on time. Xyla and her sisters were just coming from Queens and were already 5 minutes late. Figures, he thought, chugging the black coffee in front of him. This might be my last few moments without a hostile line of questioning, I might as well enjoy them while I can.
@xyla-v
