My very first story, about a barista who pours coffee for superheroes. The words feel like those early-morning lattes: a little shaky at first, but warm, real, and humming with possibility. This post is my quiet announcement to the universe that I’m done hiding my drafts in the dark. Here’s to messy first attempts, to ink-stained courage, and to finding magic in ordinary places… even if it’s just behind an espresso machine.














