Crazy to think I remember this moment from last year when I took my excited and anxious self on a coach ride to Bath to view houses for my final year. I stopped in this cafe and actually ordered a smoothie after much deliberation seeing as it was hot outside and it was coming to the end of summer. I remember the guy was so lovely and patient with me. I remember looking at him and thinking how he was the kind of guy I’d want to be friends with. He had a bit of quirk to his style. His whole aura was kind and understanding, like he knew what it was like to feel anxious from simply trying to get from point A to B and how pressured a simple decision of what drink to order can add to that. I remember hoping I would get served by him every time and no one else because for him I’d keep coming back there. I wanted to tell him all those thoughts but instead I engaged with him as much as I could before picking a seat and moving an empty coffee mug, this empty coffee mug, to one side and looking through a magazine to distract my busy mind before the next viewing. I hope I get served by him whenever next I’m there.
