sitting with a coffee cup in hand, listening to the chatter of the voices around me, settled into the leather sofa. it isn’t an important thing in life; coffee shops, but they make me happy. something in the air there, everyone treating it like their living room but having meetings and dates, and catch up conversations. coffee shops aren’t the most important thing in the world but they are kind of great.
i miss that. and i miss the ones i used to sit in them with, the conversations and the laughter and the people watching.