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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

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Anyway, I finally get to the office on the Markt. You know, the one with the cute little café next door? I’m thinking, “Coffee first, numbers later.” But guess what? The café’s closed! Closed! I mean, who does that? I need my caffeine fix, people! So, I settle for a vending machine coffee. Ugh, it’s like drinking liquid regret.

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