(I’m Ready To Let Go.)

Hmm, [ / he pouts his lips as he thinks about the answer. ] not too often? This is my second one today, though. [ / he grins and chortles through his nose. ] Yeah, I'm the same way! It has to have the right balance, or it won't be satisfying. Just like life. [ / he opens the door to the cafe, leading them both to the short line in front of the counter to order. ] Just so you know, their baked goods here are delicious, too.

Probably not. [ / he allows a delicate smile to dance along the features of his face. ] Yeah, sure. That's fine. Now, come on! [ / he grabs your wrist, pulling you to the entrance of a cafe. ] Coffee is great because you can drink as is, which will taste bitter, or you can make it sweet. Just like me.

Hmm... Fair enough. [ / he digs into his pockets, pulling out three coins and what seems to be a ball of lint from his sweatpants. ] I've thirty six cents. That should be enough for a cup and a straw.

[ ; He looks you over as he sips at his iced americano. Tilting his head, he nods to himself before speaking ] Hey, papi. Do you come here often?