Katie Fitch had been in Bristol for less than an hour, and she was already repacking her fablous clothes back into her prada suitcase. She knew it the moment she hopped on the airplane in New York. She knew it the moment she was pushed into a cab and called ‘sweet princess’ by the driver. She knew this was a mistake. Nonetheless, Katie clenched her jaw and kept on going. She would visit her family, then move the fuck on from this hole. After making her way towards her favorite nostalgic coffee shop, her patience wore thin. Like it does most days. To the person in front of her, she tapped her foot and spoke up. “Uhm--excuse me? Could you like--order soon? Some of us have places to be.”















