It's common here that the barrista will make a nice little pattern with the milk in your latte, most often a heart, sometimes a sun, in the Mission even a smiley face.
This morning the girl was struggling with Richards coffee for an unusually long time, even for a slightly hung-over 20something on a Sunday before brunch-rush.
She poured in milk, stirred, looked at it for a while, started pouring again. Stirred, looked at it, poured again, stirred.
For a very long time.
The guy at the counter turns to her.
- It's a unicorn, she says. And keeps stirring.
When Richard gets the cup, the big blob of frothy semi-skimmed looks nothing like. Even if we try.
The coffee is slightly cold.
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