დ Elara დ
The sun hit me on the steps, and the heat pushed sweat along my spine. My car smelled like dust and old grapes. I set the clipboard on the passenger seat and pressed my palms to the steering wheel until the sting in my eyes cleared. I went to the Fig first because people were always there and because David would let me set up in the corner if I asked nicely and promised not to bother the regulars during the game.
“What now?” David asked when he saw me come in. He wiped down the counter with his eyebrows raised.
“I need a table,” I said. I held up the clipboard like it was a passport. “And I need your patience,”
“Sure thing,” he said as he slid a pitcher of water toward me. “Talk to me,” I explained the situation, and he nodded. “Go ahead, I will send them your way,”
“Thank
