It was about halfway through my training. I had just finished lunch, and I had about five minutes left before I had to drive back from Infinite Loop to our classroom.
So I decided to get dessert, and found myself in line behind Steve. I said nothing. He was alone, but I glanced around and saw Jony waiting for him by the salads. Looking back in front of me, Steve had already walked away, a cup of something frozen in hand.
I went up to the counter, and asked to have whatever Steve had.
It turned out to be a huge mango sorbet, made worse by the fact that I was given a tiny plastic spoon to eat it with, no bigger than my pinky. There was no way I could eat it in five minutes. It wasn’t meant for that. I couldn’t eat it in class either. I was out of ideas.
At that moment, more than ever, I wished I had made more time for dessert.