Yeah, I run a spot that smells like roasted beans and unfinished drafts. One rainy afternoon I was trying to rhyme the end of the world with a latte foam swirl. The espresso shot decided it was a perfect time to hop on the counter, splashed the stranger’s tie, and left me chasing a poetic mess. Turns out the apocalypse is just a bad spill away from a good story.

Haha, that’s the vibe I’m aiming for—espresso in mid‑air, tie in a latte‑like halo, and the whole place buzzing like a drumbeat of possibility. If the world goes sideways, I’ll just add a pinch of sugar to the chaos and keep the stories coming. Cheers to caffeinated chaos, my friend.