Bissap Baobab on Speed

I cross the street over to Bissap Baobab, wondering if he's the one standing outside, next to a bike. So not Sascha's type, though, I think. Luckily, as I get closer, I'm pretty sure it's not him. So I walk into the restaurant, and there, sitting at the bar, is Lele.

He's having a fit and half because:
I was at a cafe earlier and got myself a coffee. I liked it so much that I got up to buy another cup and I was told there were free refills, so I figured why not. But by the time I finished it, and started coming off the caffeine high, I was like, hmm... we haven't eaten anything, today.

I think to myself, This is you coming off your caffeine high? But I say:
We? You mean you and yourself? The Le and the le?

(The waitress comes with our food, practically before we've even finished ordering.)

Lele:
That was quick.

Me:
Umm... yeah, she was probably worried you might fall off your chair.

We move onto Medjool, because it's a beautiful night to be out on the roof deck, and we sit there talking about books and writing and cannibalism.

Me:
So if you could have your pick, who would you eat?

Lele:
(Looks around)

Me:
In a non-sexual way.

Lele picks a random man and then it's my turn but I don't see anyone I find appetizing so we move onto another bar.

After one more drink, Lele asks the waittress:
Can I dance on the bar? If I take my shoes off?

She says no, justifying it with some story about the last time a woman tried to dance on the bar and knocked over everyone's drinks. We decide that it's his turn to dare me to do something and then we leave leave the bar, get him a slice of pizza down the street on Valencia and walk around some before he walks me home.

Me:
Well this is me.

Lele:
Can I come upstairs for a glass of water?

(to be continued...)