Time is relative.

Stayed in Starbucks for five hours on Monday (until early Tuesday) to take care of org stuff and make a paper, which I finished six hours before it was due (achievement). It took me a tall classic and a grande double classic latte.

I don’t think I’ve told you about Hennie (I hope I read her nameplate right!), the barista at the Starbucks nearest me. Early this year I was taking care of academic stuff there, and ordered enough times for her to remember my name (“Dean, as in dean’s lister”). A week or so later, I believe, I was at Trinoma with Katz and her high school classmates. We were standing outside Dairy Queen, taking pictures, when all of a sudden I heard someone call out, “Hey, it’s Sir Dean!” It was Hennie, out with friends.

(You know how they say it’s weird seeing your teachers outside of school? Apparently it’s the same for baristas outside of Starbucks.)

So anyway, after that I didn’t go back to Starbucks for maybe four or five months (because I went home for the summer). Last night, Hennie was making the drinks, and when she saw me at the bar waiting for my grande classic latte, she went, “Oh, ngayon lang kita nakita ulit (Oh, this is the first time I’ve seen you in a while)!”

No glowing orbs and jets of water.

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