So yesterday was one of those Saturdays where I had zero plans but somehow ended up doing the most. I woke up late, grabbed my cold brew, and decided to take a walk through the park near my apartment. You know that golden hour light around 5 PM? It hit different. I was wearing this oversized linen shirt I thrifted last summer, paired with my go-to vintage Levi’s and some beat-up Converse. Nothing special, but it felt so right. I ended up in this quiet little coffee shop tucked behind a bookstore. The kind of place where the barista remembers your order even if you’ve only been there twice. I…