She went to Sable's on Tuesday.
Not for calibration — Sable had finished the winter calibration the previous week. This was just: Sable's. The café on the east cliff street with the view of both sides of the city and the Protocol in the specific elevation-corrected version and the woman behind the counter who noticed things.
Sable set the cup down.
Looked at Nara.
"One week," she said.
"Approximately," Nara said.
"You're not sleeping," Sable said.
"I'm sleeping fine," Nara said.
"You're sleeping differently," Sable said. "Not less. A different quality." She held her own cup. "I've been watching you come in here for two years. I know what your sleep looks like."
"You can see my sleep quality from across a café counter," Nara said.
"I can see it in how you hold the cup," Sable said
