83-Cinnamon
Still shaken by the phone call she'd made to England, Daphne brushed the tears from her cheeks, grateful to be out of the condo for a while. She went straight to Café Nervosa, where she would be content not to think about the fight she'd had with her mum.
When she arrived she could see Niles sitting at his usual table. She started to leave, but their eyes met and he rose from his chair. "Hello, Daphne."
Instantly she burst into tears, crying against his warm embrace.
"I'll get you some cinnamon tea."
She smiled gratefully at her friend. .
