I want coffee
I want coffee.Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself as I step outside of my store and walk towards yours. I need that little boost mid afternoon to make through the rest of my shift and to deal with all the tired customers coming to my store. Coffee will help that.Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself as I open the door to your store. We both know I’m there to see you; see your smile, hear your voice, and get lost in your eyes. But I can never tell you why I’m there. If you knew...