*Ophelia*
Ophelia stepped out of the big glass doors of the building onto the sidewalk and into the sunshine.
"Where shall we go for our lunch date Apollo?"
Apollo thought for a moment.
"Angelo likes the little cafe around the corner.."
Ophelia gasped sarcastically. "Mr stick-up-the-bum likes eating somewhere other than a fancy restaurant? You've got to be kidding?"
Apollo chuckled. "Pfft... ha ha ha...no. it's true. He hasn't always been a pain. He can be normal from time to time. Let's go. Follow the pavement on your left, then cross at the lights."
Ophelia followed Apollo's directions, and came to a small but quaint cafe. It had little two man tables out the front with crisp white table cloths drapped over them and little vases of Jasmine that released a gentle fragrance th
