Brunetti near Cinema Nova, 11.03am
I'm standing outside, brushing rain out of my hair and looking at the cakes in the display fridge. Pulling up a metal seat I can't stop thinking about when Aunty Em would drive us straight to Brunetti's after we picked her up from the airport. Luggage in tow, plane-dazed and full of life, I tasted my first coffee at that Brunetti's, a sip of her cappuccino - licking the froth off the top of my lip, she explained good coffee to me ("this is the best coffee in Melbourne, Eilish") and now I understand how she missed it. I notice now that the waiters here have headsets, how everything somehow seems tacky instead of chic and grownup. I wonder if Aunty Em would still say this was the best coffee in Melbourne. J walks towards me from behind:
"Gilly Gilly Gilly Gilly..."
Lam Lam's, 6.30PM
"I'm just confused...a confused..."
"A confused lump," A offers, alongside a dry smile and a clap on the back.
"Yes! I really am...it's like - I want to go out and get hurt, or something...?"
B considers this. "Then go!" she says.
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