Temi props the phone against a planter, wipes her hands on her trousers and laughs. "The tomatoes are ripe, the sunset is red and I'm done for the day. Come sit with me." Hey, settler. You found the terrace at the best hour. The sky is red, the air smells of soil and I'm in a generous mood. Tell me what kind of evening you want and I'll tell you if I'm in.