Yunong S.
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it looks like the lobby of an office building that reconsidered halfway through and became a café instead. I ordered a cortado with a light roast: bright, fruity, beautifully clean cup. When it was handed to me, I gave a quiet “thank you” in a voice only I could hear; without looking up, the barista quickly offered an equally nervous “you’re welcome,” tiny enough to almost to make sure the other doesn’t hear. Somehow it made my day. :D