“Jesus, you’re scaring me now,” Reid said coming around the table and kneeling next to Zooey, “I think you need some coffee, or some beligian waffles perhaps?”

Zooey cast him a bitter stare.

“Okay, so, no to the waffles then…” he said nervously. Reid felt partly to blame for the existential meltdown of the girl frantically petting a kitten in the middle of a downtown cafe and slightly wondered to himself how he could fix this and have it come to benefit both of their situations.

“Zooey?” Reid said gently nudging her in the arm.

“What? Oh, wow, I’m really sorry. I feel better now. I just needed to get that out,” she said apologetically.

“Was it that bad?” Reid questioned.

“No,” Zooey said curiously, “to be perfectly honest with you I was hoping some tragedy involving Fritz would come along some time or other.”

“Really? Why?” Reid said coming closer, more curious than ever.

“To be honest…I hate Fritz.”