To the Caffé Nero Barista with the funny hair,
I walked into your little coffee shop and took a deep breath of that familiar caffeinated air. As I waited in line, I rehearsed my order, ready to announce it to you after eight long months. Then you looked at me, smiled, and before I could utter a word, you said, “Tall soy chai?”
I nodded, and smiled that you remembered me, remembered what I like, after all this time.