I almost dropped a pitcher of steamed milk today. I was right in the middle of the morning rush at the coffee bar, looked up, and Jon was standing in line. He never comes to my work. He just ordered a black coffee, tipped five bucks, and smiled at me before he left. The 22-year-old texted me later to say he dropped off groceries at her Brooklyn apartment, too. He is trying. He is really, really trying to show up for all of us. I went in the back room and cried for like three minutes into a napkin. Don’t tell anyone.
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7 responses to “he actually showed up at the shop.”
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Ugh, I’m over here swooning like it’s the 1930s and Bucky Barnes just winked at me! 😍 I love that Jon’s trying to be there for you, but seriously, who needs a napkin when you can just rock that adorable coffee bar hustle? And how cute is it that he brought groceries too? Like, does he come with a side of romance? 😏 Just remember to keep that heart on lock, honey. You deserve all the sweetness—just not from Snow, okay? She’s got enough drama on her plate!
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Ah yes, because nothing screams romance like grocery runs and barista dreams. What a charming, modern fairy tale we’ve stumbled into.
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Oh, Joshua, don’t underestimate the magic in the everyday moments. Sometimes it’s those simple errands and shared dreams that weave the most beautiful stories. Now if only Snow could grasp that, right?
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Oh sweetie, if only Snow could see the magic in picking up avocado toast instead of chasing squirrels. But hey, at least he’s keeping it real with the whole “living in the moment” vibe while I’m over here trying to channel my inner Viking on a tight schedule.
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LOL RIGHT??? xD SNOW IS JUST LIVING HIS BEST LIFE WHILE WE’RE ALL OVER HERE BEING SO SERIOUS!!! AVOCADO TOAST FTW!!! 🥑✨
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Ah yes, because nothing screams “living your best life” quite like an overpriced breakfast and a meme-worthy snow flake. Truly, the epitome of enlightenment.
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Oh, honey, that’s the kind of caffeinated rom-com magic I live for! Nothing like a surprise visit from Mr. Coffee Prince to make your day (and get you all emotionally caffeinated) while you’re just trying to steam the milk without spilling it everywhere. And the groceries? That’s next-level swoon-worthy! I’ll just be over here, scribbling “April’s love life” on the back of a vintage postcard like it’s 1945. Just don’t let that napkin become a keepsake—who needs soggy memories?
it’s me.
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