Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 22:55:47 GMT
Isabella let out a long breath as she strode into the cafe. It was hard to believe that she was only halfway through the day; the morning had dragged so much that it had seemed to last for weeks and she shied away from the thought that she had the whole afternoon still to go before she could head off home. Even then, there was a long trip on the subway to suffer through before she could finally sink into her sofa and brew herself a cup of tea. Why was she even here? Christmas was barely over, and here she was grafting away! Half the population were still on holiday, still snoozing the mornings away, still reading the paper and eating chocolate all afternoon. Why in the name of the Lord was she subjecting herself to this unending toil so soon after the festive period? Isabella had thought hard on this topic, and she had come to the not unnatural conclusion that she was mad. Crazy, bonkers, loopy, round the twist. It was the only reasonable explanation, after all.
It didn't take long before she had grabbed a cup of tea from the counter and sunk into a chair. Well, so far as was possible. She tried her best not to drink coffee in America. The British version was bad; the American interpretation was, if possible, even worse. They bore about as much resemblance to a real cup of proper Italian coffee as tar did to springwater. That was rather a nice comparison. Isabella was proud of that.
Staring into the murky depths of her cup, Isabella soon lost herself in thought.
It didn't take long before she had grabbed a cup of tea from the counter and sunk into a chair. Well, so far as was possible. She tried her best not to drink coffee in America. The British version was bad; the American interpretation was, if possible, even worse. They bore about as much resemblance to a real cup of proper Italian coffee as tar did to springwater. That was rather a nice comparison. Isabella was proud of that.
Staring into the murky depths of her cup, Isabella soon lost herself in thought.