The Rod, the Drift, and the Heartache Latte
The morning bustle of Contoso Café was at its peak. Sunlight streamed through the wide windows, catching the motes of cinnamon and coffee dust that danced in the air. Behind the counter, the espresso machine hissed like a judgmental prophet, drowning out low conversations and clinking saucers. Tucked in theirContinue Reading










