the way she decidedly selected the perfect space to enjoy her latte and scone. she checked out the bar seats along the window, sat in one even, maybe thinking how nice all of the natural light would be but then maybe concluding that it was a bit lonely. possibly she chose the counter bar seats to give her the perfect combination. she would certainly have an element of independence, yet the warm social aspect of watching and listening to the baristas fix the perfect espresso and coffee drinks. anyway, I liked her method and was delighted to see that I'm not the only one that can be a little neurotic at times about where to sit.
she either knows that stumptown is really the best coffee on the planet or had her planets aligned to stumble upon this shop on this morning.
the plaid shirt. it's perfect really. masculine in the pattern, feminine in the shape. it was the perfect choice for sitting at the bar. i thought anyway.