"Fire. There is a fire in the kitchen. Please leave," a timid voice stuttered after she opened the door to our cubicle. I looked at Molly, she looked back at me: we both stared at the embarrassed privacy intruder and waited for the punch line. I looked beyond the member of staff towards the café's window. There, I saw the reflection of the flames in the kitchen. This was no joke. Molly and
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