Barista

This place is over on that street with the strange name, U8Ytuiiu Joiipopokp. It’s hard to spell and even harder to say, but we’re here in this part of town. We go by Barista. It’s a small shop where we mostly just focus on making coffee for whoever walks through the door. The layout is kind of tight, so you might bump into a chair if you’re not careful. We have a few tables that have been here since we opened. They’ve got some scratches on them now. I usually get here early to set everything up. Sometimes the grinder makes a weird noise, but it still works fine. People from the neighborhood come in, some stay to read and others just grab their cup and leave quickly. It’s not a very quiet place because of the machines and people talking, but it feels lived in. We don’t really do much advertising. People just find us while they’re walking around. The address looks messy on paper, but if you know the Ojkljkjkljkl area, you can find us. We keep a few bags of beans on the shelf. The floor gets dusty pretty fast with all the foot traffic, so we’re always sweeping. It’s a simple routine. We make the drinks, clean the cups, and talk to the regulars. Nothing too complicated goes on here. We just keep the lights on and the water boiling. It's just a coffee spot for the locals.