coffeetography.: ‘No Name’, New York, New York

other decade-ness

I wasn’t expecting her. or, anyone really. I was a willing fish in the sea of people, looking for something to catch me. and someone did, as i always know that they will. it’s an appealing sort of experience to meet eyes that tell the stories only a mouth can speak.

what did she call her preference, the thing she’d choose for a moment of respite?

“It’s coffee.”

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