I exclaim as we pass Café Du Monde, a famous place for beignets and coffee. In fact, that’s all they serve. Will and I are exploring New Orleans. This is where he decided he wanted to bring me for our short vacation. For the past two days, we’ve been exploring the city; the rich history of music and food and culture. It’s freaking awesome. “Hell, yes, let’s get some.” Will leads me inside, his hand linked with mine. “Coffee too?” He looks back at me with a smile on his lips. “Yes, please.” I nod and wait while he orders. “Three orders?” I ask dryly. “They’re really good,” he answers simply and leads me to a table outside in the shade. Even in the fall, it’s hot here. And humid. But I don’t care. “So,” I sit across from him at a tiny bistro table and perch my sunglasses on top of my head. “What do you want to do today?” “I thought we could just wander around, shop, listen to the street musicians.” He shrugs as the waitress sets three baskets of square, fried dough with powdered sugar liberally dumped on the top on the table, along with our chickaree coffee.
