It’s often kind of tragic, working at Cafe Kopi.  So many doomed 1st date couples within earshot.  The couple next to me:

She: “That shop was the only place I could go to feel better.  So many times I would walk to the counter, and the person would ask me, because she recognized me, how I was doing.  I’d say, ‘So much better, now that I’m here.’”

He, a minute later: “You know I appreciate stories about life for what they are.  But I can’t really, like, remember lots of little details about my life and things.  Do you like to grill?”

She: “Like, food?”

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