I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
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So. I have a Starbucks boyfriend.
We met a while ago, but it’s only recently become pretty serious. We’ve been seeing each other two or three times a week now. Sometimes four.
He starts making my iced sugar-free vanilla soy latte before I even approach the counter — despite any long lines or the possibility that I might order something different that day. He insists on giving me ventis instead of grandes. He never charges me full price. And he certainly doesn’t judge me when I order the chocolate chip banana cake.
He is everything a girl could want in a barista. But today…today he took our relaysh to a whole new level by drawing smiley faces around my cup. SIX of them. SIX little sharpie emoticons that scream “I LOVE YOU A LATTE!” And I just don’t know if I’m ready for that.
