Barista's got catlike reflexes but her apron strings knot worse than Dasha Nekrasovas rosary. Scrambling like she's tryna escape trad hellfire, bless her chaos. Coffee's just a sideshow while I'm eye-fuckin' those nervous fingers, wonderin' if they get as jittery when she's gripin' some Seward Park scrotes hair. Sanctify my PSL with that holy-messy energy, baby.