Café Café on Greene Street in Soho, a fun little joint for a fruit-and-yogurt pick-me-up, or perhaps for some breakfast pancakes.
Handsome young dude, with artfully mussed dark hair that has a racy streak of red.
Miss Cavendish, feeling fine on a Saturday afternoon in the city.
Handsome young dude to Miss C: “Is this the line for the washroom?”
Miss C to handsome young dude: “Are you a _____?”
Handsome dude, a little taken aback but simultaneously charmed: “Why, yes, I am!”
What did Miss Cavendish ask the handsome young dude? And why did she pose this question?