“No, see, what you did here was set this phrase apart because of commas when you didn’t need to. If you were going to write it like that, you would need to write it like this,” I explain as I pull Felix’s paper toward me and mark out a few of the stray words and draw arrows. To be completely honest though, it looks like I bled out my blue ink pen on his paper.

I stretch in my chair and look out at the upturned chairs of the café. It is just Felix and I sitting in the café at ...