Carmella is already at the café when I arrive. She is sitting by the window, illuminated by the weak sunshine. I buy a cup of tea for myself and a slice of carrot cake for us to share and join her at the table. Carmella smiles as she takes up her fork and slices a piece off the cake. Dimples appear on her cheeks when she smiles. I haven’t noticed the dimples before. They make me smile. I wonder if Carmella likes my dimples. I sip at the hot tea as Carmella takes another morsel of cake. She talks about her tita, Lucinda, and her eyes become wide and her expressions animated as she recounts excerpts of their conversations. I take a forkful of cake. It is moist and sweet and walnut brown, and it makes my mouth water. Carmella gesticulates as she talks, her rings flashing in the sunlight, leaving blue afterimages across my vision. Carmella is attentive as I tell her about Ian and his potato fixation, and tells me that I shouldn’t avoid him as he’s only being nice when he cooks for me. I don’t want to let her down. The window of the café steams up ever so slightly with the heat from our drinks and our breath. I explain that if I eat any more potatoes I think I will turn into to one. She takes my hand and runs her fingers along the palm and the back of it.
You don’t feel like one, she says, yet.
You don’t feel like one, she says, yet.
Hello, my name is Jack Sparrow. I'm a 50 year old self-employed Pirate from the Caribbean.
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