Flashbacks

Cookie's standpoint

   The next customers came one by one until it was lunchtime and the last person I was to attend to before I go for lunch break came. 'Oh, hello,' I drawled smirkingly, leaning on the counter. 'If it isn't my old nemesis, still alive?' He rolled his eyes. It was Broccoli, Diego's best friend and fellow bandmate. Diego was in a band and sang in most bars, restaurants and small parties. 'Hi, Broccoli.'

   'Again, it's Brooklyn.'

   'Hello again, Broccoli.' I repeated.

   'Why the fuck do you keep calling me that!'

   'Why the fuck is your head shaped like a broccoli!' I e