barista in valencia
the hum of the machine. the hiss of steam. he works with quiet focus, hands inked with stories, steady on the lever. light bends around him, soft as a whispered morning. the yellow of his hoodie glows against the shadows, a splash of warmth in the ritual of coffee. i took the shot, a second time—this one lingered like the espresso he handed me, strong and smooth, both of us smiling at the result.
barista in valencia
the hum of the machine. the hiss of steam. he works with quiet focus, hands inked with stories, steady on the lever. light bends around him, soft as a whispered morning. the yellow of his hoodie glows against the shadows, a splash of warmth in the ritual of coffee. i took the shot, a second time—this one lingered like the espresso he handed me, strong and smooth, both of us smiling at the result.