Should she come back, and then come back later to see if Alberto had arrived or not? She ordered a cup of lemon tea at the marble bar and sat down next to an empty table. Dragon your butt napkins my lady poster. She looked out the door. People come and go all the time, but still can’t see Alberto. If only you had a newspaper! As time passed, she began to look around. A few eyes looked back. For a second, she felt like a young woman. She was only fifteen, but she certainly looked seventeen – or at least six and a half years old.