The inspector took out his wallet. The cashier at the café looked aghast at the preposterous idea of a policeman paying and quickly declined. The inspector smiled and put his wallet back in his pocket. We collected our beverages and took a seat near the window. ‘So this is where young people, what do they say, hang out?’ Rana said, adding three sugar sachets to his coffee. ‘Two hundred rupees for coffee. Daylight robbery.’ I wondered if not paying at an establishment counted as daylight robbery too.
