~ End of summer festival with @steviexrivers ~
“I’m sorry, but this was suppose to be a hot coffee not an iced coffee.” Jake said to the barista who had served him his drink. In the summer most people preferred their coffee with a splash of ice. Not Jake. If it wasn’t hot all year round then he didn’t consider it to be true coffee. While he waited for his order he spotted a familiar blonde woman standing in the back. “Stevie.” He called out with a wave. The two had bonded over coffee since he was often a frequent visitor of her café.








