I swear, he walked in, said “G’day”, sauntered over, looked at the shelves, and strolled out again.’ Flick rested her hands on the shop counter and looked out through the windows at the rolling breakers crashing on the shore. ‘What did you say?’ Liz straightened from stacking tins on the shelf and leaned forward eagerly to hear more about this exciting event. Important people never came to Kayah Cafe: they usually went to Lorne and sat at the outside tables sipping cappuccinos and looking bored. Trust her luck to be taking a food order to Randy, the camping ground manager, when someone famous rolled in. ‘What did I say?’ Flick shrugged her shoulders. ‘I didn’t say anything. I just sort of mumbled at him.’ ‘What? You couldn’t think of anything to say to Geoff Jansz?’ Liz blinked her eyes rapidly the way she always did when she was agitated. ‘Well, what would you have said?’ ‘ “What’s cooking?” I’d have said that!’ ‘Oh, sure. Like, he’s got a cooking show on TV, and everyone in the world probably says that to him.
