EIGHTEEN
"You want pancakes and a pint of beer?" the waitress repeated, puckering her lips like a puzzled duck.
Jason folded his arms behind his head, reclining in his seat. "That's right, babe. And extra syrup. I'm looking for a little more sweetness today." He winked, then realised his sunglasses hid his eyes. He thought about taking them off, but it was a b****y bright morning. Besides, if the girl couldn't even take his order properly, she didn't deserve a wink from a rock god.
Shaking her head, the waitress wandered back to the kitchen.
Jason shrugged. Her loss.
He resumed reading his newspaper, scanning for the story about Chaya's farewell concert, growing more and more annoyed as he kept turning pages and found no word of it. It should have been front-page news, but some pla
