I have always loved coffee, Something about it just made sense

Maybe it was the calculated process of brewing the coffee

how the milk goes through the dark pigments of the coffee or how the whipped cream gives tiny little mustaches after the sip. it just made sense to me and so I wouldn't choose to live in a neighborhood without multiple options of coffee cafes to just sit and exist

I picked up my tote bag and walked into the closest coffee cafe

I had regular for days of the week and a perfect Thursday drink is nothing other than an Ice latte and a slice of that lemon cake that sits and melts at the tip of your tongue

Felicia has always been allergic to flour, so it just makes sense that I get her a cup of coffee

It was a public holiday, my unemployed ass was still self-aware to know that

"Hi", is this seat taken, no I said using every limb i had in my body since i had a mouth full of coffee

the color of his hair was distracting enough to steal my store before catching what he looked like

"I'm Anthony, I just moved"

Hi Anthony

I am Emma and I have spent quite some time in this neighborhood

I guess I've met my tour guide, my tarot card reading for the day said I would meet a helper.

The accuracy of these things makes it hard to not believe at this point

My eyes widened in shock, "I literally got that same reading today as well" I said after struggling to get that slice of my cake down as fast as possible

"really"

yes, the card with a cat" holding on to the sun" we said together in unison and broke out smiling hard