black for her. sweet for him
She was holding a cup from a nearby coffee sampling along the Coffee and Art Stroll anual event during the Kona Coffee Fest. Her bangs, a cute sleeping kid held by whom I assumed was his father and her long cotton dress drew me in all at once.
“We are from Surftown, a prefixture in the countyside. We came here to visit friends. There aren’t coffee shops where we are – not like this. There, its more like McDonalds, here its tradition.”