Getting coffee from the same barista every morning.
GETTING COFFEE FROM THE SAME BARISTA EVERY MORNING.
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Remember those early mornings? The quiet hum before the campus truly woke up, the hurried walk to the one café that opened before dawn, a sanctuary amidst the academic pressure. It wasn't just about the caffeine jolt needed to power through problem sets or debate prep. It was about the ritual. The familiar clatter of mugs, the comforting aroma of freshly ground beans, and that one barista.
They knew your order. Not just "a latte" or "black coffee," but your latte, your black coffee. The one with oat milk, the extra shot, no sugar. "The usual?" a simple question that carried an unspoken understanding. In a world of demanding professors, competitive peers, and endless extracurriculars, that brief, predictable interaction was a small anchor. A moment of genuine, low-stakes human connection. A silent acknowledgment of your presence, your routine, your specific needs.
Years have passed. The intensity of our university days has softened into anecdote and achievement. We navigate boardrooms and lecture halls, startups and global initiatives. But sometimes, when the morning alarm rings, a faint memory resurfaces: the warmth of that cup, the hum of the machine, and the reassuring nod from the barista who knew your morning before you even spoke. These weren't grand moments, but they were our moments. They were the threads of comfort woven into the fabric of our formative years, tiny details that still bring a smile, reminding us of the unexpected joys found in the everyday. What tiny details do you miss?
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