6

Cole's Café is a fifteen drive distance. All the way I listen to Hey there Delilah by Plain White T's. It was my mum's favourite. And eventually grew to become mine. I was nine years old then when the song was released. She told me the song reminded her of my father.

"Why?" I would innocently ask.

"Because a long time ago before you were born. We were poor. Very poor. But your father would remind me that one day his dream would pay the bills."

"Just like he promises Delilah that his guitar will pay the bills." I would understand.

I pull into the Café parking space. Today is on Thursday and the day is usually slow and lazy. As expected the Cafe is almost empty. Friday's and Monday's is when the students hog the tables. To discuss plans for the weekend and later discuss the events from the weekend.

Cole's Café is an eccentric shop. Not your usual yuppie coffee place. More like a bar, with Occasional barbecues.

I spot Roxana immediately, she lifts her hand and waves, as I get closer I