I looked at the pancake and then poked it with my fork. A piece smoothly broke off and clung to my fork.
I slowly brought it to my mouth and sucked in the cold substance.
It tasted good.
Really good.
I wasn't expecting that. I could feel the faintest envious sensation in my gut. I wasn't really envious of anything, but the envy was just inexplicably there.
I supposed it was an 'envious pancake' for a reason.
The little red anger-berries, as gelatinous and ethereal as the pancake, created a fiery feeling in my stomach.
It was a strange breakfast, but not a bad one.
I got up and then frowned.
What was I going to do next?
What did one do in hell?
I looked over at Joseph.
I hated to bother him.
My face went red as I thought about how I must have seemed to him, asking him so much, demanding his attention...
Needy.
Joseph noticed me looking and smiled. "More questions?" he asked.
I nodded slowly. He beckoned me over. He seemed to be working with a customer and I hated that he was trying to make time for me too.
"It's fine," I called. "I'll just..."
"Kid, I know that expression," said Joseph. "I'm not inconvenienced, I promise."
He beckoned again and I slowly walked over.
"Okay, meet me in ten minutes behind the cafe," he said quietly. "We've got a lot to discuss."
I gulped and nodded.
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