Wrung

As I understood my misunderstanding, we heard: « My pager went off. I left money on the table. »

We scrambled out and caught the doctor’s retreating figure. Looking back, she addressed me:

« I hope to enjoy your coffee again, new conscript. » Alain and I were relieved. Hortus, on the other hand, was conflicted til her bespectacled eyes fell on him. « Next time, I want masala chai. »