Think about it: buy the $8 book, let her buy the iced coffees, and you two can sit quietly reading somewhere. Followed by honest book reviewing and switching up favorites. What’s not to like?

What if ten years from now,
I run into you in a cafe?
This time, would I ask you to stay?

And if I do,
would you?

I’m ~obsessed~ with this story.

Our world is wild.

I’ve noticed this trend with people at cafes. It almost always happens when you’re in a hurry, and want to get your food and/or drink and GTFO. It’s when people make their own f*cking lines.

I come from a family of coffee drinkers. Especially my mum and my nan – my mum’s mum – are dedicated coffee aficionados for life.

Working in a one of the ever-busy cafés of this vibrant, extraordinary and sometimes simply strange metropolis for nine months now I feel like this job has helped me document the strangest antics of Londoners.

The coffee is always on point at this place. You know the Barista. They know your order.

Don’t tell yourself you can’t give it a try. I want to see you be brave!

An elderly man at a nearby table peers at her rather curiously.