Humboldt Coffee Roasters w/ @xylavillaa​
Weston always found himself with a rather busy schedule, however, he always had time for caffeine. Humboldt Coffee was practically his church at this point since he found himself there for the second time that day. As he waited in line, Weston noticed a familiar face join the line behind him –– Xyla. They hadn’t spoken in a hot minute since he was ruled by work and when they weren’t collaborating on a project then it was hard to make spare time for anything else. “Hey stranger ––” He greeted her with a friendly smile, “Did I catch you on the rare occasion you’re not planning something for someone or jumping on a call? If so I’d like to take advantage of the situation, let me buy you a coffee…” He said, stepping forward in line and ordering his usual iced Americano along with Jade’s awfully specific order of a medium roast coffee at 195 degrees and a touch of sweet cream. Once the coffee orders were placed and his payment was received, Weston stepped to the side, “So how’ve you been doin’?”
Xyla was notorious for walking through the city with her head down and eyes focused on the tiny text of her phone. Her perfectly manicured nails switched swiftly from her email inbox, to text messages, through files she’s stashed away for safe-keeping, always keeping her one step ahead even while away from the office. It was for this reason that the raven-haired woman, who usually had a keen eye for familiar faces, hadn’t realized she’d lined up behind none other than Weston Jameson.
“Even better; day off. I’m not entirely certain the office will still be standing when I return tomorrow, but even its it’s burnt down to the ground, you can guarantee someone will try and host a meeting”, Xy explained, holding up her phone lit up by unread emails, before quickly tucking it back into her purse. Remembering to establish boundaries between billable hours and personal time was difficult, but she was getting better at it. With a gracious smile, Xy ordered her usual iced matcha latte and shifted to the side next to Weston.
“But I’ve been good. The past month has been full of garden parties and late nights Downtown,  but nothing to complain about,” she shrugged, momentarily turning her head towards the door when her French Bulldog, Mr. Butters, sat tied to one of the posts. “What about you? And don’t tell me you and Jade are planning big behind my back, because that’ll break my heart.” It wasn’t long before the barista brought out their drinks and she was holding the pale green beverage in her hands.











