A Fool in a Menagerie
The long Rolls creeped up to the narrow alley leading into Little Rotterdamm. One of Jesse's minders, a bald man in a stark suit, wearing thin sunglasses, got out of the vehicle and opened the passenger door. He was professionally silent. Which Jesse...
Downward Facing Dog
The crema stared at him from the bottom of the DaintyCup; burnt umber foam. "They light it differently, though, sideways. That's how you can tell they're from Shinjuku, versus Rio, say." The espresso was good, which was wrong. "Also, they go out...
Sour Grapes
He never took the opportunity to actually look up before. It really was a hole in the wall. The double espresso was placed carefully next to the wrist of his suit coat, louder than the arigato and doumo exchanged under breath. Jesse normally hung...