It was early, that’s my only excuse.
This little Scorpio hove into sight at the Pastry Chef, and the picture from the camera just doesn’t do the whole scene justice. She was wearing a shirt that said “Lucky Coffee,” and as I lay my head on the Aries shoulder, that Scorpio came back with a lucky coffee. Or so I was hoping.
After that, all I remember was working for about six hours straight through. It’s a blur. Robin the Palmist handed me a vial of something, supposedly a psychic herb, “Here take this, and call me when you can find the phone. He-he.”
