How I learned about No Nut November part 6

The loud “DONG” that was my doorbell, tore me out of my sleep. I heard something being pressed through the mail slot and then the sound of paper falling to the floor. A few seconds later, I saw the mailman walk to his van. Before getting in, he turned around and waved at me. I just raised my arm in a poor attempt of a wave. As the engine started, I realized my position. I was still naked on the couch with open curtains and no blanket. Hastily I ran waddled towards the window and closed the curtains. Then I grabbed a shirt and looked for the mail. There were a few ads and of course the newspaper, and there was a postcard from my granny. It seems she had sent it when she moved into the retirement home. 'The mail is getting sloppier and sloppier', I thought, and put them on the kitchen table as I looked into the fridge. It was still empty, so instead of eating breakfast myself, I fed Bruno his. Remembering how I had just showered a few hours ago, I didn't want to waste any more water. Yet, as I found myself still smelling of sweat (and a hint of sex), I basically drowned myself in deodorant. Then I gathered some clothes and head off to my favorite place. This time I hadn't forgotten anything.

It was a Sunday morning and the café, being one of the few places to go on a Sunday, was pretty full. Joe was serving an older gentleman, who promptly commented my somewhat disheveled look. I sat down in an empty booth and waited for Joe. He was still busy serving the other customers. When the broad mass was happy, he came over to me looking at his little note block.
“Hey, Gwen, right? What can I get you?”, he looked up from his block and into my eyes.
“Looks like you could use a coffee and a breakfast?”
“That obvious?”, I asked, still a bit sleepy.
“Kinda yea”, he smirked, “What kept you up all night?”
I blushed and looked down.
“Bruno was not giving rest all night, 'cause I wouldn't let him into my bed.”, I lied.
Joe raised an eyebrow.
“Bruno? What did he do to receive couch duty?”
“He — ooh — He's my dog. Sorry, I forgot you don't know him.”
“Haven't had the chance yet.”, he smiled and gave me a wink,
“I wrote down scrambled eggs and a cappuccino, 's that right?”
I just nodded and rested my head on my elbows. Joe patted my shoulder and disappeared in the kitchen. About five minutes later, he came back with a tray. He put the steaming cup on the table and a plate, with two slices of bread and scrambled eggs, next to it. He was about to leave again, but I spoke up:
“Hey Joe? Would you like to hang out sometime?”
“Sure, that sounds great. How 'bout tomorrow after school?”
“School?”
“Yeah. I'm graduating this summer. I had to repeat a year.”, he glanced over at me and noticed the look in my eyes.
“Oh — I ah — I'm not a minor, tho. I get to go to all the 'cool clubs' if that's what you're into?”
I laughed at that.
“No *haha*. I'm not really into clubbing. How about we just hang out at your place? Or mine maybe?”
“Sounds great. I'll have to keep working for now, so uhm… Bon appétit.”

As I ate my breakfast, I occasionally caught Joe looking over at me.