The coffee shop door opened again a few minutes later, and Layla stepped inside. She paused near the entrance, looking around for me. Once she spotted me, her face brightened, and she walked over.
"Sorry." Layla pulled her coat closer around herself. "The streets were closed off. I had to take the long way."
"No worries." I stood and pulled her chair out for her. Once she sat down, I gently pushed it toward the table. "At least you got off work early."
"Yeah. And the sales were good today, too."
"Happy for you." I sat back down and took another sip of my coffee. "What'll you have?"
"Orange juice." She answered almost immediately. "I've been craving it since yesterday."
A waiter happened to pass by, so I raised my hand and caught his attention.
"Can we get an orange juice, please?"
"Of course."
The waiter nodded and walked away.
"So," I said, resting my arms on the table. "How was the bike racing? Did you manage to watch any of it?"
