Chapter 1
GOING DEPRESSO
‘Welcome, to Impresso Espresso, how may I help you today, miss ?’ in his cheery voice he said, at the counter.
‘Jus’ gimme a mug o’ depresso s’il vous plait.' , she replied in a rather cold voice.
'Umm, that wasn't the one? Perhaps you're confusing it with our Espresso.' , still hopeful, with a smile, said he.
'If the name of your shop can be 'impresso' sure there can be depresso?' her voice colder by every second.
'Sorry 'bout that, but we have other options you know.'
'It's okay' she said, turning to leave.
