I”, Bilta replies as he reclines in the cafe by the beach, “never start the workshift on an empty stomach.”
“Coffee and few cheap pastries power this ship”, I reply as I look out the window at the 13 surfers in the water waiting for the swell and the 20 hummingbirds at the small feeder near the changing station.
“Why did you call this meeting”, Bilta asks as he turns his head back in my direction.
“Priorities dictate that I need to first sip coffee before the attack can be properly responded to.”