The caffeinated artists painted with milk, cream, and froth while couples near the windows stared out the windows and dreamed to the song of rain drumming on the pavement outside the door. Incoming customers took refuge in the barista’s warm smile as she offered a cup of pick-me-up with a side of sweet indulgence. Regulars housed themselves in the corners to peek in on her work as she juggled the double shots of complication with the extra whips confusion and pinches of impatience. Even the rudest caffeine addicts received her kind invitations to return as they grumbled about her pace. After the rush of morning time-crunchers, the regulars tipped her for the performance they’d seen behind the scenes, promising to be back and keep her company.