A spoonful of steaming red richness and she beams…

I smile back, happy I discovered this little café. “Fourth grade: you found the tomato soup unsatisfactory and hurled it at the wall.”

Her eyebrow raises. “We weren’t even friends then.”

“You were nuts! But aren’t you glad I remembered anyway?”

Joey wasn’t interested in writing while at school but has been writing on his own in recent years. Despite being a jerk, he does have friends. And some are crazy about their tomato soup.