Imagine this.
It's 9:30am on a Tuesday morning and you are walking down the street in France.
Yes, France.
The sights, the smells.
Actually, the street you are walking down in Paris has a lot of the same stores they have in many cities.
And it smells like kebabs.
Makes sense.
You got off the metro in a busy part of town.
Notre Dame is nearby, as is the Musee de Cluny.
But you are not going to either of those places.
You are going to the library, following the directions on your phone.
You see, it is only a few minutes away.
Should we stop for a coffee first?
Of course.
We've been putting it off until exactly this time so that we can get the most out of our caffeine.
For us writers,
timing the coffee right is the same as timing the nos right for Dominic Toretto and his Fast and Furious crew.
Too soon or too late, you could lose the race, lose the car, lose the girl, lose your life.
Anyhow, we walk into a restaurant cafe, go right up to the wood counter and say, bonjour monsieur.
Je voudrais un espresso, s'il vous plait.