Sydney went to  Imogen Howe with a plan. She was slumped over resting her head on her desk. She didn't even get up when Sydney opened the door. 

"What if we go live everyday?"

"What?"

"You know how you always saying millennials don't drink coffee anymore there just by go pro's and...

That day felt colder than others. McKayla turned her car on from her house ten minutes before she left, and it still wasn't warm. 

It made a sound too, hinting at her that maybe it was time to take it to the shop. She couldn't believe it. The rust around...

“Did you ever read those novels?” She asked McKayla.

“Which?”

“The Russian ones you know like The Idiot and stuff.”

“I uh, I tried I started it, couldn’t, there were so many characters. Names were tough.”

“Yeah I mean I guess.”

“I know I’m the idiot who couldn’t finish the idiot.”

She smiled at this. But...

“It was weird that he ordered that too.”

“What?” Imogen Howe   said.

“It was weird he ordered your drink. Like when he first came in he ordered your drink.”

Imogen looked around her, she couldn’t see it on the menu. 

“Maybe he saw it in a post. Or something like the Instagram.”

“That’s the...

Drew didn’t talk about Cambridge too much. Would just say things like “it was a long time ago.” Or “yeah yeah those were the days”.

Marc wanted to know more but didn’t pry. There had been a change at how they interacted. At the store they didn’t say hi, more ignored...

Drew didn’t think much about his time in Cambridge now. It seemed like a different person, the memories he had seemed like movies he had watched a long time ago. 

Not many people he knew now, even knew he had a PhD. Nor would they care likely. It wasn’t like...

Enough time passed and he just had to ask.

“Whose that?”

“Uh what oh he’s he’s one of my friends. My mates. From back in the day. We’d take pictures, draw pictures always trying to out do one another.”

“So he’s not famous? I could have sworn I’ve seen him before”

“No no well...

It was weird to be fully himself again. It was weird to have his own emotions. He felt like he had seen things he shouldn’t. He just wanted to go home. He thought about McKayla he  didn’t understand if he even liked McKayla. 

That had been something else. He knew...

She was outside Sparrows 6am. They would open in thirty minutes. She knew they should be in now, but she didn’t know who was opening she didn’t even know who worked there. 

She existed in a strange between two worlds. One that had happen led but seemed to crazy to...

Imogen Howe   was closer now than she’s ever been to home. Marc knew this, McKayla had no idea. It was night time now, they were back at Marcs place, she had spent the night. Her clothes were laid over a chair in the corner. The moons light through the window...