“Hi there, Ove!” a voice calls out so eagerly that it cracks into falsetto in the high notes.
Ove turns around and sees the lad from the bike shed.
He’s standing behind a long, polished counter at the front of the premises, wearing a baseball cap, Ove notes. Indoors.
The cat and Parvaneh make themselves at home, the latter mopping sweat from her forehead although it’s ice-cold in there.
Colder than outside in the street, actually. She pours herself some water from a pitcher on the counter.
The cat unconcernedly laps up some of it from her glass when she isn’t looking.
“Do you know each other?” Parvaneh asks with surprise, looking at the youth.
“Me and Ove are sort of friends.” The youth nods. “Are you? Me and Ove are sort of friends too!” Parvaneh grins, tenderly imitating his enthusiasm.
Ove stops at a safe distance from the counter. As if someone might give him a hug if he gets too close.
“My name’s Adrian,” says the youth. “Parvaneh,” says Parvaneh. “You want something to drink?” he asks them.
“A latte for me, please,” says Parvaneh, in a tone of voice as if she’s suddenly having her shoulders massaged.
She dabs her forehead with a napkin. “Preferably an iced latte if you have it!”
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