— aarti yoon-castillo coffee vendor at market, any day.
Spring market days were always the best when she lived downtown. Not having to drive anywhere, she'd walk to Amelie's in the morning, stopping by the market in the early hours to grab coffee and some kind of breakfast to eat on her way there. Living in Claret Park, however, made getting to work on market days... interesting. And by interesting, she meant fighting traffic for at least a half hour that morning to even get close to the restaurant, but running late still didn't stop her tradition of stopping by the market in the downtown square to grab some coffee. Although, she may have wished it had as she turned around, coffee in hand, and bumped into someone. The other person's coffee fell to the ground with her own, combining in one singular mess on the street. "Shit, I'm so sorry," Emmy groaned, as if the day wasn't already chaotic enough. "Let me buy you another one, this is totally my bad."
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