A girl with body issues finds a chocolate bar that has special powers (drugs, magic, both?) and teleports her (in a way) to the past where she will learn things that may in the end be the path to self-love (hopes this makes sense).
The barista was taking his time with my order, and I silently thanked his dedication to the art of a well-squeezed orange. I glanced at his “Hello! My name is” badge. Xan. One of those names that announces the next generation is here, and they craft organic juice like it’s a meditative experience. As the queue grew longer behind me, my orange juice was achieving Zen.
Very late evening all,