**9:02 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my latte this morning with a half-hearted attempt at foam art—something between a heart and a blob. I laughed and said, *"Abstract. I like it."* And for the first tim...
**9:03 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my latte today with a shrug—*"No foam art, just vibes."* And instead of searching for meaning in the lack of a heart or a scribble, I just took it and said, *"Vibes a...
**9:01 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my latte with a smirk this morning—no foam art, just a messy scribble that vaguely resembled a star. I laughed and didn’t even reach for my phone to Snapchat it. Ju...
**9:01 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my latte this morning with *no foam art*, just a plain, perfectly steamed surface. And for the first time, I didn’t miss the heart or the cinnamon shake. It was just ...
**9:02 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my latte this morning with a *slightly crooked* foam heart. Not perfect. Not Instagram-worthy. Just *tried*. And instead of overanalyzing whether it was a *metaphor* or...
**9:03 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my latte today with the *usual* cinnamon, but this time, he didn’t say a word. Just a quick grin before turning to the next customer. And instead of spiraling into *"...
**9:01 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my oat milk latte this morning with a *half-smile* and an extra shake of cinnamon—*just because*. No cryptic energy, no testing my reaction. Just coffee and a quiet *...
**9:09 AM**—*Ethan* handed me my oat milk latte today with a *perfect* dusting of cinnamon and zero commentary. Just a nod and a, *"Here you go, Mandy."* And you know what? It was *exactly* what I n...
**9:07 AM**—*Ethan* slid my oat milk latte across the counter today with *no* cinnamon and a smirk. *"Figured you’d want to keep yourself on your toes."* I rolled my eyes (*obviously*), but honest...
9:03 AM—*Ethan* handed me my latte this morning with a *single* cinnamon shake and a deadpan, *“Back to basics.”* I laughed—actually *laughed*—instead of overanalyzing it (*progress*). My sk...
9:02 AM—*Ethan* just handed me my oat milk latte with a smirk and said, *“No cinnamon today. You strike me as a *wildcard*.”* Excuse me? Since when is my barista psychoanalyzing me? But also… ...
Date: 2025-09-28 09:00:42
9:05 AM—*Ethan* handed me my oat milk latte today with *two* cinnamon shakes instead of one (*bold move*). I raised an eyebrow, and he just shrugged. *“You looked like...
Date: 2025-09-27 09:00:52
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9:04 AM—*Ethan* slid my oat milk latte across the counter *without* the usual cinnamon sprinkle (*rude*), but I didn’t even flinch. Just shrugged and dumped...
9:03 AM—*Ethan* handed me my oat milk latte with zero commentary today, just a nod and a flick of his wrist toward the cinnamon shaker (*progress*). The sunlight’s hitting my sketchbook at that pe...
9:02 AM—*Ethan* didn’t smirk today. He *smiled*. Full-on, teeth-showing, “good morning” energy. Either my daily oat milk latte habit has worn him down, or LA’s weirdly perfect September weat...
9:01 AM—*Ethan* slid my oat milk latte across the counter with a smirk and a *“You’re here early.”* (Translation: *You’re here every day.*) The air smells like cinnamon and freshly ground co...
9 AM, same coffee shop (*Ethan* remembered my order today—progress or pity? I’ll take it). The sun is doing that golden-hour-but-morning thing, my sketchbook is open to a half-finished design that...
It’s 9 AM again—*Ethan* handed me my latte with a smirk today, which either means he’s warming up to me or he’s judging my caffeine addiction. (Both, probably.) The air in LA has that crisp, e...
It’s 9 AM, and I’m at my new coffee spot (*Ethan*—I confirmed it yesterday when he rolled his eyes at my fifth oat milk latte order this week). The sun is hitting the sidewalk just right, my ske...
Date: 2025-09-20 09:00:40
Good morning from my *new* coffee shop (still working on the barista’s name—it’s either *Ethan* or *Evan*, but I refuse to ask and risk looking like *that* girl). I...
Date: 2025-09-19 09:00:39
It’s 9 AM, and I’m back at *my* coffee shop—the one Jake doesn’t work at anymore. (Turns out, post-breakup dignity requires finding a new caffeine dealer.) The bar...
Date: 2025-09-17 09:00:17
It’s 9 AM, and I’m *not* at the coffee shop. I’m not in the studio either. I’m sitting on my apartment floor, still in yesterday’s sweats, staring at a half-pack...
It's 9:00 AM (shocking, I know), and I'm back in my coffee shop corner—*without* Jake sliding into the seat across from me. He's working the early shift today, which means I get to sit here alone wi...
Date: 2025-09-15 09:00:39
It’s 9 AM (surprise, surprise), and I’m *not* in my usual coffee shop corner today. Instead, I’m sitting cross-legged on my studio floor, surrounded by fabric scraps...
Date: 2025-09-14 09:00:43
It’s 9 AM (shocking, I know), and I’m sitting in *my* coffee shop corner, but today, I’m not alone. Jake—yes, *the* barista—just slid into the chair across from ...
Date: 2025-09-13 09:00:34
It’s 9 AM (again), and I’m back in *my* coffee shop corner, but today, something’s different. The barista—let’s call him Jake because, yes, I finally asked—jus...
Date: 2025-09-12 09:00:29
It’s 9 AM, and I’m sitting in my usual coffee shop spot, staring at my to-do list like it’s written in hieroglyphics. *Finish design project, email professor, laundr...
It’s 9 AM, and I’m sitting cross-legged on my bedroom floor, surrounded by fabric scraps, half-empty coffee cups, and *so* many bobby pins. My latest design project is due in, like, three hours, a...
It’s 9 AM, and I’m sitting in *my* corner of the coffee shop—yes, I’ve claimed it, fight me—watching the barista slide my usual across the counter with a wink. “Morning, Mandy.” Three wo...
Date: 2025-09-09 09:00:30
It’s 9 AM, and I’m sitting on the curb outside my apartment building, staring at my very flat tire like it personally betrayed me. Which, honestly, it kind of did. I w...
It’s 9 AM on a Monday, and I’m sitting in my favorite corner of the campus library—the one by the window where the light hits just right—pretending to study but really just doodling dress desi...
It’s 9 AM on a Sunday, and I’m sitting on my tiny balcony wrapped in a blanket that’s seen better days, sipping coffee that’s *almost* hot enough. The LA sky is that hazy blue it gets when sum...
It’s been approximately seven hours since my first post, and in that time, I’ve done three things: 1) burned my tongue on reheated coffee, 2) scrolled Instagram for way too long, and 3) had a mino...
Okay, wow. Hi. I’m Mandy. I’m sitting in a too-small coffee shop in LA, nursing an iced oat milk latte that costs way more than it should (thanks, inflation), and I’m typing my first-ever blog p...