AlenaDust & EliJett
Hey, have you ever thought about how a quiet corner of a café feels like a tiny stage, each person a character in a script that never gets rehearsed? I love sketching those moments on paper, but sometimes I just sit and watch the steam rise and wonder if the barista is the unsung hero.
Yeah, the steam’s like a soft spotlight and the barista’s just doing their thing—yet somehow the whole place feels like an unscripted rehearsal. I always try to catch the tiny quirks; like that one guy who keeps ordering the same thing and pretends to be deep. You get a whole drama right there, if you’re watching closely.