David Heulfryn

Monday’s are never busy, but for the past month, we have been dead nearly every day. Even on Saturdays, we have never been full. The boss tried to brave out the slowdown, but in the end, he bowed to the inevitable and was forced to let everyone go. Well, almost everyone. I was the only one he kept on. I suppose it’s because I can produce a perfect cappuccino or latte on demand, either that or because of the tight black trousers I have to wear and the half-opened shirt that masquerades as a unifo

Council works ruins business at a small local coffee shop. But the lack of trade brings new possibilities.