tenemos prisa

Sitting in the lobby of the hotel, I wait for my father. He stretches and does his morning routine. We're in a hurry, but this only slows him down. He's got the right idea. And I have time for a sketch. Of a couch. I imagine who sits across from me and what they say.

We argue about religion and agree croquetas are tasty even if we don't know what's inside them.