WEDNESDAY MORNING, DAY 1
I turn my head towards the door as it opens and see an attractive, slender young man enter, a canvas messenger bag slung over his shoulder. He’s cute, I notice as he approaches the service counter, looks up at the menu above the barista’s head and stands there, trying to decide. It takes him a moment before he smiles and says, “I’ll have a Mocha Java, very light on the cream, please. And I’ll have a cinnamon scone, warmed, please.”
And he’s polite. A student mayb