We entered a small cafe — I knew this place from Gina’s memories. It was the same place that she and John had visited for hot chocolate. John ordered for us — a short black and a hot chocolate.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “I know Gina liked hot chocolate.”
“That’s fine.”
Gina had indeed enjoyed hot chocolate, and many other foods and drinks that she had not tried while in Eden. I was glad she had the opportunity to introduce a variety of flavours to her taste buds, some palatable, some not so palatable. Food was one of the better things the mortal world had to offer.
“I brought her here, to this very table,” John said as we sat down.
I leaned my elbows on the table and looked directly at John as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Tell me your story, John. What did Gina do for you?”
