Kapitel 4: Chapter 4

Just

at that moment, the cowboy glanced over the road and caught Curtis’ eye. He

smiled and tipped the brim of his hat again.

Stupid

arse.

Curtis mentally shook his head. That was London for you: you’d find all sorts

of eccentrics. Still, he half lifted a hand to wave back, then realised what a

prat he’d look, so he turned swiftly away, hitched up his parcel and strode

over to With A Kick

The

young man behind the counter looked up as Curtis backed his way into the shop.

Lee had been serving here since the shop opened and, unlike that fat pig of a

chef at the West London, was always a treat to deal with. Curtis felt his

spirits rise with the anticipation of pleasant company, at the aroma of caramel

and chocolate that permeated the whole shop, at the sound of happy giggles from

a young group of Korean customers who were sharing each other’s ice creams at a

table by the window. Curtis had barely wriggled his way around to face a spare,