I just want to go to a coffee shop on a rainy day and order
something nice and warm and have an attractive stranger around my
age say “I’ll have one of those too, please” and for them
to smile at me and introduce themselves and for us to slowly fall
in love in a coffee shop. But instead whenever I go to a coffee
shop, I find teenagers taking pictures of their orders with their
iPhones and middle aged women wearing yoga pants.