"when i touch you, do you quiver...from your head down to your liver..."
i had forgotten how good an iced chai latte taste. oh capp. cafe, i miss you. i miss the smell of espresso all afternoon, of coffee grounds beneath my fingernails; pouring jiggers-ful of flavor, drawing milk into a froth, dolloping with whip. coffee makes people so happy. and i loved being able to give that to them, 20 minutes of sippable happiness in a cup, burning your tongue with pure joy. i liked that feeling.