Humboldt Coffee Roasters w/ @xylavillaaâ
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 ââ Xyla. They hadnât spoken in a hot minute since he was ruled by work and when they werenât collaborating on a project then it was hard to make spare time for anything else. âHey stranger âââ He greeted her with a friendly smile, âDid I catch you on the rare occasion youâre not planning something for someone or jumping on a call? If so Iâd like to take advantage of the situation, let me buy you a coffeeâŚâ He said, stepping forward in line and ordering his usual iced Americano along with Jadeâs 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, âSo howâve you been doinâ?â
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 sheâs 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, hadnât realized sheâd lined up behind none other than Weston Jameson.
âEven better; day off. Iâm not entirely certain the office will still be standing when I return tomorrow, but even its itâs burnt down to the ground, you can guarantee someone will try and host a meetingâ, 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.
âBut Iâve been good. The past month has been full of garden parties and late nights Downtown, Â but nothing to complain about,â she shrugged, momentarily turning her head towards the door when her French Bulldog, Mr. Butters, sat tied to one of the posts. âWhat about you? And donât tell me you and Jade are planning big behind my back, because thatâll break my heart.â It wasnât long before the barista brought out their drinks and she was holding the pale green beverage in her hands.









