Karry fell in love at first sip—unfortunately, it was with a cappuccino at the quirky café down the street. The barista, Jake, watched in mild jealousy as she whispered sweet nothings to the foam heart on her coffee.
"Do you flirt with all your beverages?" he asked one morning, raising an eyebrow.
"Only the ones that understand me," she shot back, winking.
Determined to be the caffeine in her veins, Jake began crafting increasingly ridiculous latte art: a llama, a spaceship, once even what looked like a dancing avocado. Karry laughed so hard she snorted foam—and that's when she knew.
She didn't need a perfect brew. She just needed the barista who made her laugh—and occasionally, a heart that didn't look like a potato.
They now toast every morning with two lattes and one kiss—extra hot
, no foam.